Beautiful Blind Woman Novels & Stories

I touched the banister, feeling the carved edges beneath my fingers. My stomach growled suddenly, followed by Kiran’s growling loudly. “Let me get us some food,” he said. While I waited for my brother, decided I was sick of sitting there. I attempted to get up from the stool but I ended up tripping abd walking right into the bar. “Look at her,” a feminine voice whispered. “Her eyes are grey.” “I think that means she is blind,” answered an equally feminine voice. “Poor thing. She must be newly blind.”

“You watch like a wolf who does not trust what he cannot map.” Caleb's eyes flick to mine, amused and sharp at the same time. He feels it too. This woman is not what she pretends to be. Or maybe she is exactly what she pretends to be, and that is worse. “You’ve heard stories,” she continues, eating another spoonful. “About blind people who move like they are not missing anything.” I nod before I think better of it. “Yes,” I say. “But I’ve never seen it.” Her lips curve into a small smile. “Seeing is overrated.”

Like she was sorting laundry instead of standing between a bleeding stranger and two mindless predators. "Who are you?" I managed. The blind woman drew her second blade and smiled. "Alive," she said. "Which is more than you'll be in about ten seconds if you don't shut up and let me work."

We sat in complete silence as her eyes bore into my face. After too long sitting in tense silence, finally, an elderly woman was led into the hall by the same woman that left minutes ago. She brought her to the table and sat her down next to Hina. The woman has long white hair that sat flat down her shoulders. Her skin was ravaged by time and her face was coated in wrinkles. Both her eyes are white and she was looking off into nothing, I believe she’s blind. Hina leaned in close to her side and whispered into her ear. She was careful not to whisper too loudly, given I’m a Were and could probably hear her if I tried. After a minute Hina sat back up straight and returned her gaze to me, the el

So, naturally I did not move any closer to where she was. "I don't bite,” she said with a faint smile as she looked right ahead of her. It was then that I realised that this woman could not see. She was blind. I then took a nice look at her since I knew she couldn’t see me. The woman looked no older than 60 years. But then again witches also aged much slower than normal humans, so for all I knew she could have been over a hundred years old. I also had to admit that this woman was somewhat elegant for her age. It was no question that back in her day, she was a stunner. Unlike humans whose skin sags up when they age, this lady still had smooth firm skin. If it wasn’t for her grey hair, one wou

So I thought of a plan, and it worked. “No! No, let them go, please.” The woman began to sob as I reappeared with her husband and child. “Why doesn’t she want to look at me?” Adaira asked as the girl’s eyes remained closed even after a minute. “She can’t see. She’s blind.” The mother said.

"Next time you come back with my two angels, I am waiting for them." Mulan said in a cute granny voice. The woman has personality, she must be a gangster in her youth because it shows in her behaviour. She is carefree, strong and intelligent. Her words tell that she gives importance to only a few things and I liked that. She is blind by birth but there is no harm in saying that she is more aware of her surroundings than any human with eyes around her. It's my first time staying with a blind person and I never thought that it would be this much interesting.

Before he hung up, he asked, “Anyway, before I go… Have you ever heard if Brendan Brighthall has a girlfriend or something who’s also blind?” The woman on the other side sounded downright stupefied. “Blind? Blake Dunn, do you think this is funny?” “I’m not being funny, Lily! It’s a blind woman whose face also seemed kinda scarred or injured. I mean, she had bandages behind her mask. Does a girlfriend like that ever exist?”

We sat in complete silence as her eyes bore into my face. Finally and elderly woman was led into the hall by the same woman that left minutes ago. She brought her to the table and sat her down next to Hina. The woman has long white hair that sat flat down her shoulders. Her skin was ravaged by time and her face was coated in wrinkles. Her eyes are both white and she was looking off into nothing. I believe she’s blind. Hina leaned in close to her side and whispered into her ear. She was careful not to whisper too loudly, given I’m a Were and could probably hear her if I tried. After a minute Hina sat back up straight and returned her gaze to me, the elderly lady sat forward and put her hands

The forest was quiet apart from the woman singing, and I wondered if that was normal for the Fae realm. I kept my distance as I approached the mouth of a small river, spotting a woman hunched over its waters. I stood behind one of the thick trees, almost ten feet away. The woman had her back turned to me, her silky blonde hair draped over her shoulders as she stood over the water. Underneath a grey robe, I could see the curves of the woman's body. The song was coming from her, that I was sure of. I watched as she plucked stones from the river, placing them in a small wicker basket. Her song was somewhat haunting, and had a dangerous edge despite its beauty. As she turned, I noticed the light