Beautiful Blind Novels & Stories

If the Cohen family and Red Mist Front dared to help that man, Blind Bear would also settle them together! “Buddies, come with me.” Blind Bear walked in the direction of Thomas in an overbearing manner. As he made his way, the distance got shorter. When he got closer, he found that something was wrong. Blind Bear felt that the man sitting not far away was quite familiar as if he had seen him somewhere else. Since Blind Bear was short-sighted, he could not see it clearly when it was far away. Therefore, his curiosity drove him to move faster to the front and see it clearly.

The sound of the ripping parchment is loud in the silent hall. Julian flinches again. I fold the pieces together and tear them again. I keep going until the document is nothing but a handful of white scraps. I open my fingers. The white pieces flutter down to the marble floor. They land on Marcella’s damp skirt. They land on Julian’s polished shoes. “Three years ago, I was blind,” I say to him. “I thought love was a duty. I thought if I bled enough for your people, you would finally see me as a human being.”

Just then, I heard the sound of heels outside the door, along with the tap of a cane against the floor. Evelyn was back. I instinctively hid the form behind me, slipping it into the gap in the couch. The door opened to Evelyn stepping in. She carefully felt her way forward while holding her cane. Her acting was terrible. She didn't look anything like a blind person. How did I ever believe her so completely? It was probably because I loved Evelyn. Love made one blind. And it turned out I was the one who had been blind all along. Evelyn didn't notice anything off about me. She felt her way over to the couch and wrapped her arms around my waist.

The room was quiet. “I know,” Noah said. And then, so quietly it almost wasn’t there at all: “You’re worth paying attention to.” I sat with that. I had been told I was powerful. Brilliant. Ruthless. Difficult. Impossible. I had been told I was more since the accident and less since the accident and everything in between by people who thought they understood what blindness did to a person. I had not been told I was worth paying attention to. Not like that. Not simply, without agenda, without pity or performance.

She remained quiet as she ate. "Is this your mate, Alpha Xavier, sir?" Someone asked. It sounded like a woman’s voice. "She’s beautiful. She’s a lucky one to score a handsome and strong man like you, sir," another woman said. "Yes. This is Saphira. Be kind to her. I will not tolerate any form of abuse from any of you," Xavier said. "We wouldn’t dream of harming Luna Saphira, sir. Is there anything we need to know? You know, to make her life comfortable," the first one asked. "I’m completely blind. I don’t want to be treated any differently from anyone else," Saphira softly stated. "Do you want us to put some different carpets down so you know where you’re at?" The second woman asked and Saph

“Marry a blind man?” She laughed—bright, cutting. “Oh, stop with the blindness charade,” she said, waving a dismissive hand. “We both know you aren’t truly blind. If you were, tell me—how exactly did you manage to fancy her so quickly?” She flung her arm toward me. My ears rang. The words hit like cold water poured straight down my spine. Blind? Zeden wasn’t blind? All this time—the careful way he moved, the way he seemed to track every sound, every shift in the room, every breath I took—he could see?

I folded, coughing so hard my stomach cramped. Someone grabbed my face and I flinched violently, the world tilting as I was forced upright and the blindfold ripped off. Light burned my eyes and I winced, blinking hard through the blur. Everything doubled. My vision was shit without glasses—smears of shadows and color. But one thing stood out. A man. Massive. Buzzed hair. Covered in ink. Crouching low in front of me, studying me like I was meat on a slab. His fingers dug into my chin and tilted my head to the side.

she whispered hoarsely and held her hand out toward the girl. "It's..." Heather pointed to her book on the table in front of my sister. "Raven, are you blind, like Robin?" "I am." Heather wrapped herself around my sister and hugged her like there was no tomorrow. "Oh!" Raven gasped, then returned the hug with as much enthusiasm as Heather was hugging her. "Forget Robin, you're my hero. A blind author is the bravest thing I've ever heard of!'

My quota of ten deaths per city was almost full. Being blind was hard - no one wished that for themselves, but I found it easier since I was an Alpha. My senses were ten times better than humans and so, I was a perfect blind man who could do almost everything. But I needed my eyes for one thing… "Hey, handsome." A lady snapped me out of my thoughts. I was sitting at my favorite spot in the club where I could feel the movement of the crowd better and the scent of different perfumes mingling with the smoke from the dancefloor.

He was FAI another name for Fire. But Chitragandha took a deep breath and said, "I'm blind and blind eyes can't speak". Chitragandha was hurt but his care confused her more. The way, his emotions fluctuated and he showed his calmness and also his beastliness confused her, and scared her the most. "Blind eyes speak louder than normal eyes", ARIV said and made her sit on his lap. "Aren't you going to apologize to me?", She asked and looked directly towards him where she felt his gaze.