Blank Staring Novels & Stories

"Let's go downstairs and watch some TV." Bonnie frowned, "uhh, are you mocking me or something?" She asked Lorenzo mentally face palmed, "No-umm-I mean, I have a blindfold-" Bonnie giggled, "So you want to go downstairs and watch TV with me, a blind girl while wearing a blindfold?" Lorenzo cleared his throat, "Yes." He firmly said, raising his chin up. Bonnie only shrugged, "Alright." They went downstairs and sat on the huge leather couch. Lorenzo switched on the TV and handed the blindfold to Bonnie. "Care to help?" She smiled and took the blindfold from him. Bonnie put the blindfold over his eyes and he turned around making it easier for Bonnie to tie it.

Unblinking. “Step forward.”

The kind of voice that had never needed to be loud to make people listen. I took a breath and walked inside. He was sitting behind a large desk. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Exactly as unforgiving as the photographs had suggested. And his eyes— Pale grey. Almost silver. They were pointed somewhere just past my shoulder. Not at me. Through me. For a second, I didn’t understand. Then I remembered. He couldn’t see me. I’d read about the accident. I’d known he was blind. But knowing something on a screen and standing three feet away from the person it had happened to were two completely different things.

I sprint behind the building. I sniff abd smile over brother Rowans blood. Like a hungry blood thirsty vampire, I lick dry it's contents off my blood. I sigh reliefed. Such cool and smooth antidote it is. I feel it perform it wonders. How it cleanse every venom off my skin. I sigh more. I eyes unexpectedly twitches. It blinks rapidly. My vision blur's. I stagger. Something seems wrong Everywhere goes blank.

Blair sighed and pinched the spot between his eyebrows. “Ding!” His phone rang again. He thought it was a message from Solomon but saw that it was from Dick. [This beauty is absolutely stunning. I can die happy tonight!] There was a photo after the message. Uninterested, Blair was going to ignore it when he accidentally clicked on the photo. Once the photo filled the screen, the woman inside was clear to see. Next, Blair widened his eyes. He immediately recognized the woman even though she was blindfolded. ‘Mable!’

"Here you go, beautiful. Enjoy" "Thank you" we both murmur. I lift my glass to my mouth and gulp down half of it. As I'm placing it on the table, I notice another guy coming toward us. He's tall, has long shoulder-length hair, and the grey t-shirt he's wearing clings to his chest and arms. I discreetly kick Reagan, motioning to the guy with my eyes but when he's a few feet away from us, his eyes change. They're unfocused the way someone would be when they're talking to another person through the link. Then to my surprise, he also shakes his head, turns around, and leaves. Without talking to us. I was pretty sure he was heading our way. Why did he leave? Am I seeing things?

She so wanted the figure of Alpha Harlan Stuward who had always avoided her since the appearance of Alpha Female Sicily Sniders. "You will bear all my pain, Blind!" Rhena continued to talk to herself while scanning the dark wilderness. Her body sensors picked up movement accompanied by anger and resentment, but there was also warmth.

"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.

Then, without warning, the screen blinked to black for a fraction of a second long enough to feel wrong. When the image returned, the figure was closer. The time stamp was gone now. The frame trembled slightly, as if the camera or the person watching was breathing. Another blink. Closer still. Close enough to see the faint rise and fall of something that might have been breath. The static returned in short bursts, each one revealing the figure nearer, until the screen showed only darkness where its face should be. The final burst came with sound soft, deliberate, just on the edge of a whisper but the words couldn’t be understood.

His face was unreadable, calm as ever, but somehow, that just made him even more… devastating. I was staring. And I knew I was staring. But my eyes wouldn’t cooperate. They were glued to him like they had nowhere else to be. Like they didn’t care that this was technically inappropriate. Like they didn’t care that he was blind and probably had no clue— “Don’t tell me you’re staring at me,” his voice broke through the haze—low, amused, and sharp. “I know I can’t see… but it’s obvious you’re boring holes into my body.”