Blankly Novels & Stories

Seong outside. ~ At Dr. Pung's office. Jung-Ho and Mrs. Gwan are having a conversation with Dr. Pung. "It's been a while Mrs. Gwan." He smiles when he is done with the call. "Yeah right." She smiles back. "How is Sook-Ja now?" Jung-Ho asks impatiently. "She is awake." Dr. Pung says. "Really?" Jung-Ho asks excitedly while grabbing the doctor's attention. "But, there is a problem." Dr. Pung says and sighs. Jung-Ho and Mrs. Gwan sit in silence waiting for the doctor to continue. "She lost her vision to see." He explains and glances at Jung-Ho and Mrs. Gwan who are both shocked.

My heart was racing frantically—it felt as if you could physically see my heart popping out of my chest as they did in cartoons. Zac's grin grew smug and amused. He was enjoying seeing me literally speechless. "Not going to tell me it's morally wrong anymore, Bloom?" His voice was low and deep. My stomach swirled. I blinked. My mouth fell agape, my shallow breaths coming out shaky. Holy hell, he is a beautiful specimen. Zac just looked at me, no smirk or grin anymore. His eyes were soft, but intent. His face straight. It felt like he were reading my brain as our gazes remained locked. He had fallen just as dazed as I was.

Wynter blinks a few times before regaining her calm and picking herself up. "Are you blind? Can't you walk straight?" Wynter had no idea what had happened to her, but she ended up snapping at the blue eyes in front of her. Wynter's rudeness was uncharacteristic. That annoyed the stranger with fascinating blue eyes in front of her, who lashed back at her. "Yes, I am, but maybe that tag fits you better." _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The money is hers as much as it is mine. When we get home, we start to resume where we left off at the restaurant. I'm in the middle of leaving a trail with my mouth along her thighs. I stand up to remove my shirt when I trip over something. Laynie laughs her ass of while I try to get up. I look for whatever tripped me so I can somehow blame it on Laynie, the girl leaves her shoes everywhere. What I find has me stopping in my tracks. It's that little blue blanket I saw before. When I flip it over I see there has been some added stitching to it. It's a baby blanket, and it has the name Adam written on it with that stitch lettering stuff Laynie used to love playing with. I hear a gasp and look

“It… I’ve never soothed anyone like this before. I suppose it is the bond between us that makes it possible. Rage and fury aren’t easy emotions to control, being what we are. So, a balance is needed.” As I finish saying this, suddenly Levantus shifts back. He’d be naked, of course, but being blind means he still has privacy. Despite this, I blush and begin pulling my hands away only to have them caught in his. He brings them to his lips before his chest and steps closer.

But surprisingly, Skyler blocked my path. His temper exploded, and he shouted, "What are you throwing a fit about, Julia Grayson! And why are you still wearing that when April Fools' was days ago? Isn't it a bit much?" Then, he yanked down the bandage that was over my right eye. The horrifying scar was now in plain sight. Skyler's hand froze midair upon seeing it.

She told Veronica everything. “Calm down; I’ll go with you. Let me quickly get some cash.” **** Adrian laid motionless, his frail body barely making a dent in the worn-out mattress. His skin appears pale and clammy, with a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. His eyes, sunken and weary, stare blankly into space, conveying a sense of hopelessness. His chest rises and falls with laboured breaths, the only indication of life.

She watched his face. And what happened to his face was the thing she had been afraid of. It went still. Not the warm stillness of the garden evenings or the careful stillness of the kitchen mornings — the other stillness. The one she recognized from September. The particular and specific blankness of Julian Blackwood when he was managing something, when he had received information that required processing and had deployed, in the time it took to blink, the particular professional architecture that kept his interior entirely out of reach. His jaw moved slightly. That was all.