روايات وقصص ضمن Blind Assassin By Margaret Atwood

“I’m right here. Don’t be afraid. You saved me… you saved me, do you hear me?” She wanted to smile. Even in pain, that made it worth it. “If you're safe… then it’s okay,” she whispered faintly. A tear dropped onto her hand. And for the first time in her life, Isabella Ashford understood something terrifying. She had lost her sight, But she had not lost him. And that was enough. Or so she believed. Outside the hospital room, in the hallway where she could not see, Ethan stood still for a long time, staring at the closed door.

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

I waited for the steel to pierce my chest. But the strike never came. The heavy weight pressing down on my legs suddenly vanished. The assassin paused mid-strike, completely frozen in place. A sickening, wet tearing sound echoed loudly in the quiet garden. Opening my eyes, I stared up in absolute horror. The assassin was suspended directly above me, his body hoisted entirely into the air by a massive, unseen force. Before he could even scream, his chest cavity was violently ripped wide open from behind. A massive geyser of hot, thick blood poured downward. It sprayed directly across my face, soaking my coat and blinding my vision in a sickening crimson wash. "Ahhhhh!" I screamed at the top o

The roaring flames crackled warmly against the old stone hearth, casting a golden, flickering amber light across the rustic wooden interior of the forgotten forest cabin. Yet, despite the cozy heat radiating from the fire, an instantaneous chill of sheer terror swept through the room, freezing the blood in Seraphina’s veins. Her wide, exhausted eyes remained locked onto the small, frosted window pane. Through the thick layer of packed ice and swirling snow, two massive, luminous silver eyes burned like twin beacons in the pitch-black darkness, staring directly into the soul of the room with an unyielding, predatory intensity.

He took out the medicine kit he carried with him, then applied medicine and bandaged it to stop the bleeding. Jay bypassed the guards in the library and sneaked inside. After entering the 48 Stronghold compartment, Jay began searching for the register on the shelf. Suddenly, a tinge of crimson on a page of a book caught Jay's attention. He touched the crimson spot on the page with his finger and could feel the moisture on it. Jay was on his guard immediately. A wounded assassin was hiding up above. This was his speculation. In an instant, a ball of lightning flashed in Jay's mind. He exerted strength and smacked his hand on the bookshelf suddenly. An overwhelming murderous aura started beari

he yelled at me. I could not refrain myself from leering when I saw his veins popping and showing unto his neck. Something that rarely happens. It only occurs when Ambrosio becomes so helpless in his rage. "And you think I don't know about that, Ambrosio?" I didn't just hit a nerve when I said that. It was as if I drained all of his patience. He grabbed me by the collar of my blue long sleeves and in just one second, we were at the edge of the room – him holding me as his whole life depended on killing me.

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

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