Anime Blindfold Novels & Stories

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

This was the moment they had been waiting for, the unveiling of a game that would push the boundaries of their trust and loyalty. I turned to face Alex, Asher, and Ethan, their expressions a mosaic of curiosity and wariness. The blindfold, a symbol of vulnerability and challenge, gleamed ominously in my grasp, its presence stirring an electric energy in the air. Their eyes locked onto mine, seeking answers, yet finding only enigmatic determination.

"Can I take off this blindfold, please?" "Yes, you can," Shadrach nodded, taking the blindfold off. Wynter adjusted her eyes to the brightness. Slowly, she removed the blindfold, and her eyes widened in awe. She was right; they were in a garden, but not the one everyone could expect. The indoor garden was a magical oasis. Strings of fairy lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery. Each plant seemed to shimmer under the light, their leaves glistening like jewels.

He hauled his face closer, strained his eyes trying to see the letters scribbled on the glass. Hi, Andre. A grin protruded his face, or maybe the mirror lied. His head began to hurt, a sharp pain rising at the back of it as flashes of memories of things he never recalled doing rushed in. "Ah..." he held the back of his head from the intensity. The pain began to drill in, puncturing a hole in him as his mind slowly was zapped by the pain. His screams filled the quiet neighbourhood. On a different occasion, he would have thought of his neighbours but not today. Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection.

I was certain that I was only hallucinating due to my hangover and because I was really tired. The dude can't be real. I closed my eyes, opened them, and rubbed them with my hands but he was still there with an annoying smirk on his face like he was laughing at an inside joke. I decided to speak up, "Err, hi?" "You done eye-fucking me?" He smirked. "I wasn't eye-fucking you. Just felt you looked familiar." "Oh yeah?" He arched a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Mhm, my angel?" I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along.

She nudged Amanda on the waist. “Twice, you’re dead again,” she mumbled. “You can’t even fight a one-handed opponent.” “You’re too fast!” Amanda groaned. Mira rolled her eyes. She went to her Arsenal and took a blindfold. Never questioned why she had a blindfold inside her arsenal. She fastened it around her face, covering her eyes. “Make your move, Amanda. No more excuses,” she ordered.

Aileen thought about it many times, but she could not find any answers. "Please remove the blindfold." "You still dare to ask for something at a time like this, huh?" "I won't make a fuss anymore. But please take off the blindfold," Aileen said pleadingly. "You think I'll obey you? Don't expect me to." Aileen bit her lip. What else could she do to make the man take off the blindfold? There was nothing Aileen could do if she could not see. "Please. Please take the blindfold off."

“Blindfold on. Kneel and wait.” Aiden complied, his fingers trembling slightly as he shed his clothes, folding them neatly on a side table. The cool air raised goosebumps on his skin, his body exposed and vulnerable. He knelt on the plush carpet, blindfold tightening around his eyes, plunging him into total darkness. His mind raced thoughts of Marcus in a cell, their shared apartment foreclosed, the weight of family duty crushing him. But beneath the shame, a forbidden thrill stirred, an erotic awakening he hadn’t fully acknowledged. Submission wasn’t just a means to an end; it tugged at something deeper, a craving for release from control.

My tongue flicked her clit gently. Her moans got louder. Hips grinding on my face. I took her right to the edge. Her breathing went crazy. Pussy fluttering around my fingers. Then I pulled my fingers out. “Nooo!” she cried. Hips bucking at nothing. “Nate don’t stop! Please!” “Shh. Not yet.” While she kept whimpering and begging I reached over quietly and hit “Go Live.” The stream started. Anonymous account. No face on me. Viewer count jumped fast. 200… 500… more. The title I put up said “21yo Blindfolded Slut Getting Edged.”

I can attest to that. “But to answer your question,” Invidia continues, unaware of my errant thoughts. “It’s because I kept myself heavily cloaked, remember? A proper cloak means no one can see you, hear you or scent you, which are all required in order to detect or recognise your animai. I could see him, hear him, feel him and smell him, so I felt the bond immediately, but he was completely oblivious,” she replies, her brows settled into a deep frown as if part of her doesn’t like the fact that Ayawamat is oblivious to their bond.