Blank The Series Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

I felt my cheek blush before I replied, "No, thanks." Wena simply laughed, "Let me know if you want a copy." I bit my lip so hard to I stopped smiling and pretended I didn’t hear her. I arranged my seat and focused on the screen. Flashing there are the spreading and rumored scenarios that allegedly took place between Steven and me. Scenario one:

I am coming…' to be continued...

Chris started excitedly but paused midway as though he said something he wasn't supposed to say. "What is it?" Zephyr asked with a frown as he sensed Chris's hesitance. "Well, there is a way to make the scars fade" Chris paused again and Zephyr gave him the look that urged him to continue. "You can use your blood" He completed his words and bit his lips nervously while waiting for Zephyr's reaction.

Blondie had started to act as though he had genuine concern for me, it felt like I’d woken up in the Twilight Zone. “Keep your fucking voice down,” Blaze admonished, peering around the room and then to a camera behind him. “You have no idea what you’ve stepped into Tel’annas, and I do want to help you.” “You actually want me to blindly trust you when everything you’ve done up til now has screamed the opposite.” Half whispered, half yelled at him, there were only a few men I trusted and he was not one. “You must be smoking some good crack, cause in what universe did you see that happening?”

As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings. But don’t worry—there are still stories I’m excited to share! If you enjoyed Blinded Dreams, I encourage you to check out the prequel, Dreams Come True. It tells the beautiful and unique love story of Sabrina and Travis, where Sabrina first sees Travis in her dreams. Their journey is heartwarming and full of surprises, and I’m sure you’ll love it as much as I loved writing it. Additionally, if you’re into fantasy, my bestselling novel Third Chance Mate is something you won’t want to miss. It’s a world of adventure and magic, and it holds a special place in my heart.

“Did I ever tell you that you’re my favorite sister?” “I’m your only sister.” “Most likely not true, but definitely my favorite.” Blake smiled. “Come on, guys, get out of the car! We have a plan!” We all stepped out, and Blake had a huge smile on his face. “I just mindlinked my warriors. They’re pulling up now,” Alex said, clenching his fists. Then he looked at me and said, “Talia, get back in the car.” “No, we need her!” Blake said. “Luke, get our warriors to find a good place for us to penetrate.”

The game unfolded like a choreographed battle. Red surged, blue countered, and each score met with a calculated response. Sean remained silent, watching intently, letting every shift of movement and flicker of the rivals’ eyes wash over him. By the second quarter, the scoreboard was tight, red and blue neck and neck.

JENNA’S POV At that moment, Alex carried me from our transport because my feet had blistered from the ceremonial sandals. Carrick stared vacantly at the evident intimacy between us, bitterness etched into his features. He blocked our path, his eyes reflecting fragile hope. "Jenna, I didn't complete the mating ceremony with Daya." I regarded him with indifference. "And how does that concern me? Your choices are your own." His expression conveyed desperation as he reached for me. "How can it not concern you? Doesn't this mean anything?"

Hey, everyone! Before we dive into the next chapter, I just wanted to give you a quick heads-up. This part of the story offers a glimpse into Blake’s point of view—not the full picture, just a peek inside his mind. Enjoy, my darlings! ———— Blake's POV (Later that night). Samantha White. A name that had never crossed my mind before. Seeing her last night, wandering aimlessly on my way back from the gym, was something I hadn’t expected. She looked lost—like a little girl out of place.

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.