Andrew Cole Love Is Blind Novels & Stories

"Nope. I'll just go wear some clothes and we can then discuss the reason for your visit." Andrew looked down and steepled his fingers together, muttering to himself. "I don't know the reason myself." Andrew stared at the flowers and grimaced. He had been eager to talk to her like a love-sick puppy ever since he had seen her that night with RK. From curiosity about her connection with RK to jealousy over her closeness with him. Over the years, he had always thought that one day he would go back to woo her. But had never had the courage to overcome his guilt. But tonight's discovery had almost shattered him and driven him to the only person he knew he could trust. No. He could trust Adi as wel

I nodded in awkward confusion, "I will." "Do you love Andrew?" "What?"

After opening it and reading the contents, his face instantly turned deathly pale. I wrote, "Sebastian, I already know the truth about what happened back then. I know that Carl had deliberately switched the eye drops, and how you pushed me to take the blame for Jolene. "You once swore to my late mother that you would love only me for the rest of your life. Now, you've slept with Jolene and driven me out of our home. From now on, let us each live our own lives peacefully. "I have already left. Don't look for me anymore."

“So yeah… I’m terrified. Because if I go blind, I won’t be able to see your face anymore. I won’t be able to see our children grow up. I won’t be able to look at you when I tell you I love you. And the thought of that… it’s fucking killing me more than anything else.” His voice cracked on the last sentence. I didn’t know what to say. The fight had left me. All that remained was the heavy, aching weight of his confession. And the terrifying realization that the man I loved, ruthless, violent, complicated, might lose the one thing that let him see the world he tried so hard to control.

Chapter Twenty-seven Rain Andrew. Andrew Blake. He was my first love. A beautiful kind of love—though painfully one-sided. Before I could even gather the courage to admit how I felt, Andrew was already dating the hottest girl in school. And me? I was just the tacky nerd who knew nothing but her books. We grew closer when we joined the same study group. He needed help to raise his grades and asked for mine. We became best friends, inseparable through the rest of college—until we lost contact.

But if it's the only way to keep my wolf from going feral, then I have no choice. No matter how much I strengthen myself, the fact doesn't change that I am blind, and who will want to be with a disabled person? Layla is the right person to be with me because she doesn't expect anything from me, the kind of things that a mate expects from you... especially love and affection. I don't have it in me to love someone.

But after Bellissima Victoryn’s name was called, he walked down there to confirm if it's really her. A flurry of mixed emotions inclined the two. Lissie's eyes directly went to the woman who was carefully holding Colton's arms— no other than the leech who will do everything just to have what she wants, Andy Moore. Her eyebrows furrowed, surprised to see Andy and Colton together. She thought the two already split up, yet their relationship remained strong. ‘True love’ what many would think, but the man Andy is with was once abandoned a family for a leech.

Raymond’s dad, who had been observing the whole drama, spoke, leaning against the wall. “How do we believe that you are Elena?” Raymond's mother asked me. I was about to speak, but Alana interrupted. "Raymond, dear, you love me, don't you?” Alana asked Raymond, her hands running across his broad chest. I felt anger surge in me as I watched Alana touch my man. I couldn't tell if the anger was because Alana stole my life or because she stole Raymond from me. “At this point, I don't know what love is all about,” he sighed, defeated.

“Please, there is no need, let them be, If they truly love each other, we should not ruin it.” “Can you hear yourself speak Layla? What is wrong with you, I know the adage says love is blind but my dear, we are not in the olden days but the new generation where love can see, love has eyes and I want you to see them that Nate is a motherfucker who don’t give a damn how you feel, the earlier you accept and let him go.” “Amanda, please stop, I just got better.” “FUCK!!” She reacted by stamping her foot on the ground. Doctor Michael came in and I changed the topic,

“And–and I’ll be reminded, constantly, of you. I know you wanted me to move on, to love again, but you are it for me. My only mate. My love–the love of my heart, and I chose you, Cole. I’ll always choose you. My heart–it’s yours until the day I die and we–we can be together again. I love you–Goddess, I love you so much.” Cole dies with his fingers knitted in mine. I bite back sobs as I look at him, memorizing his face. I reach for him with my free hand, smoothing my fingertips over his cheek, his jaw. I roll, keeping my other hand locked in his, and press one last kiss to his lips, tears spilling down my cheeks. My healing powers are weak from use. My tears roll off his skin–useless. It’s do