Blade And Bullet Blind Novels & Stories

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

JENNA’S POV Until the Alpha's mark healed on my neck, I still couldn't believe I had bonded so quickly. And the wolf I was bonded to wasn't Carrick, my partner of eight years. But Alex, the blind Alpha of the Silver Crest Pack, whom I had only encountered during a few tense pack negotiations and who once stood against everything I represented. "You can't regret being my Luna now. When will you move to Silver Crest territory?" His voice was deep, resonating with Alpha authority that made my Omega instincts quiver despite myself.

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

The head was five inches from my nose. I smelled blood first. Then cheap shampoo. Last, hospital soap on the killer's hands. He held it by the hair. My brother-in-law's eyes stared at me, milky and dead. I yawned Loud. Dramatic. Tears rolled down my face and landed on the corpse's cheek. The killer exhaled. I heard his knife hand relax. He believed me. Three months of practice. Blind contact lenses. Bruises from the walking stick. I was my sister now.

Avery stared at Damien; her breath completely hitched in her throat. Was that really an accident? He had aimed the cane with the precision of a sniper. There was no hesitation, no searching sweep of the cane. He had struck the exact millimetre of Elaine's heel needed to off-balance her, right at the exact second Elaine had pinched her. But as she looked at him, Damien simply turned his blind gaze back to her, holding out his arm. His expression was completely blank, the picture of innocent helplessness. No, Avery thought, trying to calm her frantic mind. He’s blind. It had to be a coincidence. He couldn't have seen what she did to me.

My soul was trembling in fear. The heartbeat kept on growing, fading. Over time the sound was increasing. A dusty window from where a gust of wind came caught my attention as I moved my head following it. Just at that moment, the flashlight fell on my eyes, and I glanced back at the entrance with a minimal gaze. I noticed a shadow standing in front of me, wearing a long white blanket and holding a lantern in one hand. "ARHHHHHH!" I screamed, rivalled by the blast of thunder and rain.

he asked, still nursing the pain on his nose. Rudy Rude grunted. He knew that pulling the trigger at that moment was out of timing, otherwise he would lose track of the tape if he did and kill JC. This logic gave JC some glimmer of hope. As soon as the book was out, he tossed it as hard as he could across toward his face, ducking himself at the same time to stay away from the point of the gun. This caught the man off balance. Taking this opportunity, he launched another attack with another book. The edge hit the man in the eye this time. He buckled and writhed in pain. Then JC dashed forward goring him with his right shoulder on the breast as hard as he could, which reminded him of his footb

Blaze coaxed once more. My eyes went wide as I heard a bullet being shot from the barrel of the gun in her hand. I stood there in shock as Blaze fell to the floor. Scarlett stepped back in shock and fear as her cousin fell to his knees. Blaze placed a hand on his side in an attempt to prevent himself from bleeding out.

What the hell was going on? My Landon? It couldn't be… “Do you think she'll find out?” The woman asked. “She's too trusting, and she loves me. Even if she finds out, she has nowhere to go. She's blind. I own her.” Landon's voice was sure, almost amused like he was telling a joke. I was the joke. The words hit me like a slap. Blind….. He said it so casually as if the fact that I could not see made me an object. Something to own and control.

Not forgetting to close the door again. Luna Cery continued walking until she found a large space filled with several bottles and ornaments typical of a woman. "I must avenge all this suffering. All these years I've been hiding in a dark room to wait for this time, Rebecca. You must die!" Luna Cery said as she stared intently at her reflection in the mirror. "This face is a glimpse of you, it is because of this face that I must hide. Tonight you must die!" A vengeful look shining in her eyes, Luna Cery grasped a short-barrelled firearm with a range as fast as the wind. Her fingers grabbed two silver bullets, then began to load them into her silver dessert egle.