Beautiful Blind Novels & Stories

Her wolf kept telling her that it was okay, Prince Zane was blind there was no way he going to know what they were up to. But Aria knew better. Prince Zane's blindness was different from a normal blind man. His blind eyes were scary and deceitful. He was blind but he knew too much for a blind man. Aria was trying her best to be logical. Ever since she came to Esterial, the only man she had ever found handsome was Prince Zane. Even though he was evil, his beauty was something Aria couldn't deny. Aria needed to dwell on that thought. Thinking that another man was more handsome than her fiance would put her in trouble.

She is terrified of it; she despises it. A chill ran down her spine, and Almera's ageing lines turned down in a small frown. Can she see it? Can she see what’s ahead for me? Pearl thought as she searched for her unseeing but all-seeing eyes. "Please, come in. We are all friends here." The blind woman grumbled.

"It must have been hard for you, do you wanna talk about it?" "No", his quick reply made Annaliese flinch. They continue walking through the woods and Annaliese inhales the air making her sigh loudly. "What is it?", Kieran asks her worriedly. "Nothing, i just love the smell of the woods. "It's a pretty sight too". "I guess". "If you're blind, how do you see things?", he finally asks her. "Well It's a bit complicated". "I can't see with my own eyes, everything is just blank but i can see a bit through Cresent's eyes".

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

“Did you hear that? Please tell me you all heard that.” “This... this blind bitch is the one who made us? Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now? Midnight Bloom is one of the biggest publishing companies out there. We worked hard to build this place. We did that. “Not some random blind woman who can’t even walk across a hallway without ending up flat on the floor.” She turns back to me, her eyes dripping with fake sympathy. “Sweetheart, if you’re that desperate for attention, just say it. You didn’t have to make up some pathetic fantasy story just to feel important for five minutes.”

Every sound in the room the chatter, the music, the clinking glasses seemed to fade into nothing. I felt my pulse spike, shame and anger fighting inside my chest. I wanted to speak up, to defend him, but Hayden beat me to it. “Hard?” His tone was calm, almost amused. “I suppose for some, it would be.” Jacob blinked, thrown off. “For some?” “Yes.” Hayden’s head tilted slightly, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. “But I’ve never found my blindness to be an obstacle. People tend to reveal themselves… even when they think I can’t see.”

"Because he's a fool. Like the rest of them. They see power and lose their minds." "Truth, Mathilda. Lying to me might be more dangerous than you think." I lean in grabbing her chin roughly. "Start talking, or I swear I'll rip your soul from your spine and scream it into void until it begs to confess." That gets her attention. Her blind eyes widen in terror. "The blind seer in High Pines," I murmur. "Does that phrase mean anything to you?" I ask again. Her eyes for a fleeting seconds, guilt flickers in her eyes.

JENNA’S POV Alex stood before us, his formal ceremonial attire highlighting his powerful frame. The traditional blindfold that usually covered his sightless eyes was absent. His gaze, once empty, now held a startling clarity as he looked directly at me. "Jenna, you are breathtaking today." "You can see me?" I whispered in disbelief. "Release her, Carrick. What exactly are you attempting?" Alex's words came simultaneously with mine. Carrick looked between us in shocked confusion.

She even offered to help give my husband 'massages' at night. Their clothes were entangled on the ground as their undressed bodies moved under the covers. The atmosphere was steamy in bed. How were they not afraid? Well, it was only normal that they were not worried about anything because I was 'blind'. I opened my eyes in the dark. It felt so disgusting that I wanted to throw up, but I pinched myself to hold it back. They had no idea that I had just been joking when I claimed to be blind. They started to go about their filthy ways when they heard that I could not see.