Beautiful Blind Woman Novels & Stories

Chapter 8 - The Watcher “The woman was blind according to the information provided, correct?” a man in his thirties stood against a lamppost across a grocery store, a phone against his left ear as he watched Georgia through the glass wall of the store, taking a bag of goods she just paid. “Yes, you have been watching her all this time and now you are asking?” a harsh voice snapped over the phone, laced with irritation. “Of course, she’s blind! She wears a blindfold due to her disgusting eyes.”

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.”

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

Again she was out. The next time she woke up, it was in a big room, to beeping. A slow ache was all over her body, but she felt light. Happy? She couldn't follow a train of thought but she did know one thing, she still couldn't see from her right eye. Thought could she? It was dark, but she could sense specks of light coming through from somewhere. She raised her hands to touch her face and felt something. Cotton? Paper? Something was on it to hide her vision. “Kyle, she is up!” she heard Madison say.

However, the most chilling thing about this scene was what they said. "She's just a blind woman. You never know when she'll die." "I wouldn't have married her if she wasn't earning so much money." "We'll be a family from now on. This is our home. Even Evan treats you like his mother…" Both of them were caught up in their moment, looking as gleeful as ever. I witnessed all of it and proceeded to send the surveillance footage to my lawyer. When I heard Ivana talking about wanting the villa, I could not help but laugh out of anger.

I was trembling all over, but I made my way into the house. The room smelled of smoke, dust, and burnt herbs. The candles flickered in clusters, casting shadows that danced along the wall. At the far end of the corner, seated cross-legged on a tattered rug, was a woman I presume must be the seer; her hair hung in long silver strands. Her skin was all dirty and unkempt, and her milky eyes were staring somewhere past me, yet I felt her gaze pierce directly into my bones. "She is blind," I thought to myself.

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.”

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.

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 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.