Beautiful Blind Woman Novels & Stories

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.

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

And I made true to my words. I don't know if I was spellbound when I said those words, but l made true to them, and even if I chose not to… There was nowhere else I could run to, or find solace in… except in Calista's arm. No matter how easy and seamless, I paint it – it wasn't an easy thing tor a blind folk to live in a world full of sighted individuals, but Calista understood me perfectly, and she has always been there for me. I always knew my mate Calista was special. She was fierce, strong, and beautiful, even though I couldn't see her.

“She’s gorgeous. That helps.” A few people laughed. “As if that matters,” someone else muttered. “The man is blind.” More laughter followed, louder this time. I stood very still outside the door, coffee forgotten, a flicker of anger rising in my chest. Another woman spoke, her tone edged with annoyance. “She doesn’t even try to talk to anyone. Always walking around like she owns the place.” “That’s not fair,” a softer voice cut in. “She works hard. I’ve seen her stay late twice this week already. Maybe she earned it.”

Her silver hair was pulled back in a thick braid. Her white, pupil-less eyes didn’t blink. She wore a dark blue robe. Her face and ears glittered with piercings—nose, lips, lobes, cartilage. Jim helped her settle down with reverent care. Something about her wolf… it pressed down on mine. She was no ordinary elder. “Why the stare?” she snapped, turning her face toward me. Her voice rasped like cracked leather, rich with bite. “Never seen a blind woman before?”

she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal. “Good. I don’t know about the other men he might make you meet. It’s all on you. And trust me, he will kill you if he gets even a hint that you’re blind. So never—not even by accident—let anyone find out the truth behind these beautiful eyes. You understand?” he growled, grabbing her chin harshly. “Y…Yes, Sir,” she stuttered, her tears threatening to flow. But she was strong enough to hold them back.

Using the power to her advantage, she was able to tell her surroundings and his she could move despite being blind. As if being guided she stopped close to the healer. Stopppp touching my mate!! She yelled out. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, the healer started laughing. He laughed so heard, Melina was confused. "What is funny ?", She questioned angrily. And how would you try to stop me ? You this blind woman, he added. As if that ticked a bomb in Melina, Fuming on anger Melina concentrated all of her new found energy and blasted it at him.

In the yard full of luxury cars, the motorcycle stood out like a sore thumb. The person who rode the motorcycle was a girl in her twenties, but she was not the center of attention here. The focus was on the woman sitting behind her while holding a bouquet of flowers. When she got off the motorcycle, she waved a white cane to feel about the road ahead and slowly walked forward. She was blind! Serenity put down her glass and sat upright, watching the blind girl slowly walk toward the large lawn with the bouquet in one hand and the white cane in the other.

I asked, faking confusion as I turned around. A middle-aged woman, about my age, stood there holding a taffy. Her eyes were completely white—she was blind—but she had a calm smile on her face. “The magic. It’s strong,” she said, smiling at me. My eyelashes fluttered involuntarily. Erase a memory, the thought flashed in my mind, and I raised my hand to do it… “It won’t work,” she said gently. “You can’t erase what I’ve already sensed.”