Beyond The Blinds Patreon Novels & Stories

“What’s going on?” She turned, her face tight with frustration. “Ma, they’re saying the venue’s been booked by someone else. We can’t shoot here.” “What?” My voice sharpened, drawing curious glances from nearby guests. “You booked this place over a month ago. How is this possible?” “I did!” Blessing insisted, her hands gesturing wildly. “I confirmed it last month and now they’re saying they’ll refund us. Right now, like it’s nothing!” I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting the urge to snap. “Excuse me,” I said to the receptionist, a young woman who avoided my gaze. “I need to speak to your manager. Now.”

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

"No buts, you're not paying me back and that's it, okay?" "Thank you so much, Anthony. I really don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you for your kindness." "You can pay me by preparing good meals like this one. You really are a good cook and should consider opening your own restaurant one day." Anthony complement, then he took another bite from his food and moaned in satisfaction. "This is really good." May chuckled softly. "I'm glad you love it, and you don't have to worry because I'll keep preparing good dishes for you for as long as I'm here." She replied.

But I’m too tired, too broke, and too desperate to care. So I click. Because what’s the worst that could happen? I stare at the listing for a solid minute, my thumb hovering over the screen. Private Chef Needed. Discreet. High Pay. Immediate Start. Discreet? That’s sketchy, right? That’s code for illegal, or prepare to cook for a cult, or maybe don’t ask too many questions if someone comes in bleeding. I should swipe away. I really should. But then my bank app pings, reminding me that my balance is exactly $12.47, and my landlord already gave me the look last week. The one that says, “I’m giving you till Friday, sweetheart, and then you’re out.”

I could feel the weight of the Pit shifting against me. Julian reached into his pocket. Palmed something into my hand so fast nobody caught it. A small folded paper. "Read it alone," he said quietly. "Real one this time. From Viktor." Then he turned and raised his voice for the crowd. "402 thinks he is special. Today he fights the bag blindfolded. If he goes down, every boy in this Pit loses their meal for two days." They tied black cloth over my eyes. Nothing. Complete dark. I could hear the bag. Three hundred pounds of sand swinging somewhere in front of me. I could not see it.

Aadhvik took a deep gulp. "The thing is that ________________________________________________________________________________________________" he explained everything and my mom and dad was just staring at each other. Poor Ruhi didn't find anyone who could help her out in this. "Will you take me?" I whispered as my throat became even drier. "I will. I promise." he said. Therefore MISSION BEYOND HIS GREY EYES ACCOMPLISHED!! I didn't expect any of these to end this fast! It's not even a year of me knowing Aadhvik and look where are we now. The face I hated much is the face I cannot stop staring at now. Is this what you call Love?

Lisa laughed at her aunt's curiosity and told the short version. “Well, we met at a park, and Lilani started talking to him. For me, it was love at first sight, and after two weeks, he asked me to marry him, and well, six months later, here we are, still going strong.” “Oh, Lisa, your parents would have loved him. He seems like a gentleman. But what's with the dark glasses?” “Well, he was left blind after an accident, and a few weeks ago he went for surgery; it was a success, but he still needs to wear them for a few weeks,” Lisa explained. Just then, Alessandro walked into the kitchen, hand in hand with Lilani.

I finally opened my eyes, the light filled my eyes and I ducked with my hands on my eyes. "Look what they've done to you. You don't deserve this." I was still wondering who it could be if not Luka, because my promise still stands. For getting me here, for putting me through hell, for making me cry, he'll surely pay. I'll make him pay. I struggled to open my eyes and looked at the blurry figure standing before me. I recognized those pink juicy lips and the piercing blue eyes right before me. It was no other, but Jose.

Kallista glanced at Zander, but he merely shrugged as if to say, She’s right, you know. Before she could respond, movement in the distance caught her eye. She turned toward the house, and there, standing just beyond the garden’s edge, was Lila. She was half-hidden behind one of the pillars, her arms wrapped around her body, the sadness in her eyes couldn't be hidden. Kallista’s heart clenched. She wished she could reach out to her but Vanessa chose that moment to clap and people she hadn't noticed before stepped forward. With camera equipment, backdrops, makeup, racks and racks of dresses. Vanessa turned to her. “Shall we begin?”

It practically waved at me at times. I looked up just in time to see a subscriber join the stream. “Hello, Obsidian_Devil.” I whispered. “You’re just in time.” I was unsurprised when a black blade appeared on the screen. A blade was a boon worth a thousand dollars. Obsidian_Devil had recently subscribed to my account. When exactly, I wasn’t sure. I had only recognized him when he had started gifting me the most expensive boons. He never reached out outside of the streams, rarely commented but always left me with a large amount.