Beautiful Blind Woman Novels & Stories

Luckily, Michael reminded her, or else she might end up talking nonsense again. Although Edward James did not see Clara, the woman sitting with him saw her. The woman looked straight at Clara when she was still looking at him. It startled Clara. On the contrary, her body began to heat up and her mood was uneasy as if she had just been caught by the woman doing her bad deeds. “I thought you said you’d heard of Edward James, so you should know.” Clara wanted to forget what had just happened, so she talked to Michael. “Know what?” “Edward James is a blind man. He’s blind so he can’t see me.”

She backed up against the door as she came in. Zipporah watched her adjust a tray of toast and bacon with a glass of juice on a low table by the fire place. Her wavy, ash hair twirled, giving her a better, pretty view of her fair skin and middle-aged, round face. But it was the blue-yellowish coating in her eyes that made Zipporah stiffen. The woman was blind, all of a sudden she felt bad for her silence. She began to say something, but was bested in her greeting.

But how could I sleep with everything going on? We reached a small house; a house that I didn’t recognize, but Sebastian seemed confident that this was the place we needed to be. I followed him to the door and waited as he knocked. A woman answered, she was much older, definitely an elder. She had white glistening hair that was so long and ended around her lower waist. Her eyes were silver, and I was 90% positive she was blind. She had a bunch of jewelry around her body like the witches usually wore. “I have been waiting a long time for you to return,” the woman said with a faint smile as she looked up at Sebastian. Now I wasn’t so sure she was blind.

Nodding, I went with him and soon reached Evelyn's room where I noticed she is worriedly looking at her daughter who is just lying on the bed and staring up at the ceiling with her dilated eyes as if contacting someone when in reality she can't see a single thing. "Lavi," I sat beside her while taking her hand in mine. Her eyes turned to me, she was smiling now normally and quickly get up to kiss my cheek. "You look handsome, Eli" She smiled while tracing my cheeks as everyone stared at her bewildered. How is it possible? How can she is seeing me when she's blind since birth? "Can you see me, Lavi?" I asked her and she just nodded. I shared a quizzical look with Evelyn who just give me a sub

I liked this sight better, I didn't have to see things to know they were all beautiful, but my mate would be the one that would take the prize of who was more beautiful, even though I couldn't see her. It was a shame that I wasn't able to see her and if I ever see or hear about the witch that cursed me, I would seriously kill her, no joke. Although being blind had some disadvantages, there were some advantages. I mean I wouldn't judge people by the way they dress or how they look like, I'll judge them solely on their personality and now, how they feel at times. This way it would be easier to get to know people and enjoy the simplest of things.

The past few years of Autumn's life have been like a life out of a storybook, it was too good to be true. Once upon a time, she was this lonely blind woman trying to push her way up to the surface, until she was reduced by a man who too was surrounded by his own problems.

the woman said, bursting into laughter. Laura stared, stunned. "What? How do you know my name, and what do you mean?" The woman smiled. "Has curiosity overridden your doubt?" Laura approached her, but the woman shunned her. "Remove your shoes. This is sacred ground." Laura bowed, whispering, "Sorry." She took off her shoes and sat on a floor mat. The woman opened her eyes, revealing white eyeballs without pupils. Laura figured she was blind. "Well, I guess I'm curious if my future has changed or if my knowledge remains accurate," Laura asked.

I would have liked to have kept my hand. I’m briefly startled when I spot a woman in a bed opposite me, her eyes wide open and staring at me. There must be a lot of injured wolves for us to be sharing a room; I will need to dispose of her quickly if she begins to question who I am. I tip toe over to her bed, smiling and whisper to her to see if she’s OK. There’s no response. The woman in the bed is old beyond a natural lifespan and paying the price. While her heart beats stubbornly within her pigeon chest, her skin is so fragile it ruptures on anything more than the softest of touches. The open eyes are not focused but move randomly, white, obscured with cataracts so entirely that I can’t te

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!

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.