Blind Beauty Novels & Stories

"Do you still not have enough for the surgery?" I paused mid-step as I changed my shoes. "Almost." "There's no need for it anymore," Evelyn suddenly said. "I can stay blind for the rest of my life, Matt. But I don't want to see you suffer like this." I froze for a moment, then replied evenly, "Alright." With only two days left until the bet was over, Evelyn was probably getting ready to dump me. She clearly didn't expect me to agree so easily. Caught off guard, she hesitated. "W-what?"

he responded seriously, examining the X-rays and MRI scans. "But is this blindness temporary? Can Eleanor regain her sight? Is there any treatment?" I asked nervously. The doctor had not mentioned the crucial things we needed to know; everything seemed uncertain. The doctor took a deep breath before responding. "The truth is, we still can't determine for sure if the blindness is temporary. We need to run more tests and observe her body's response over time. There are experimental treatments we can try, but there are no guarantees. After all, she has the DNA of her mother, who was born blind. This explains why her eyes were more easily affected than her taste and hearing, but it’s still too e

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

Cedric unexpectedly chased after me and helped rebandage the wound on my arm. "Nicole, your eyes are fine, right? Can you stop being so upset now?" he said gently. "As long as your eyes are still okay, it's not a big deal, right? The doctor said it wouldn't have much of an impact. I just can't bear to see you become blind. Celine had constantly told me how painful a blind person's world was, and I was really starting to lose patience with it."

She even offered to help give my husband 'massages' at night. Their clothes were entangled on the ground as their undressed bodies moved under the covers. The atmosphere was steamy in bed. How were they not afraid? Well, it was only normal that they were not worried about anything because I was 'blind'. I opened my eyes in the dark. It felt so disgusting that I wanted to throw up, but I pinched myself to hold it back. They had no idea that I had just been joking when I claimed to be blind. They started to go about their filthy ways when they heard that I could not see.

Sticky. Blood. It trickled into my fingers, a slow tide that felt heavy and suffocating. Panic clawed at me, I tried to open my eyes, but it was useless. The effort itself was painful, and the outlines I once could see were gone. I could only see pitch darkness. My right eye, burned like fire, the pain so strong it sent my whole body tumbling back down when I tried again to stand up. I can't see. It hit my brain like a streak of lightning, and I felt breathless, frozen in fear.

“Elowen, something’s wrong!” Elowen, ever steady, was by her side in an instant, her hands gripping Mara’s shoulders, her face full of concern. “Mara? What’s wrong? Talk to me.” “I can’t see. I can’t see anything.” The words hit her like a physical blow. Blind. She was blind. And no matter how much she screamed or cried, no one could help. They tried, of course. Every healer, every divinator, every doctor who had any experience with magic came to her. They poked, prodded, did everything they could, but the blindness remained. And it was getting worse. Day by day, the blackness filled more and more of her vision, until there was nothing left.

Don Velenti looked thoughtful, and deeply uneasy. They had seen her. They had witnessed her unsettling poise, her unassailable calm. And they had seen me, standing beside her as her equal. The message had been sent. The blind girl was not my secret shame. She was my crown jewel. And the game had just changed forever.

I sat down angrily, glaring up at her. My brother, Aiden, two years younger than me, had unfortunately been born with Leber Hereditary Optic Neuropathy Essentially, he was slowly going blind. He was affected a lot earlier in life than most who suffer from it do. Currently, he couldn't see anything in his central vision, but peripherally, he could see shapes and colors, mostly.

I looked around, listening to see if I could maybe hear them. I heard movement to my right, making me turn to look into the tree line. My heart thumped in my chest, hope filling my heart. Had they come back for me? I tried my hardest to see if maybe I could see their familiar forms, but it was the blind hour; dawn and dusk were the times of day when our eyes struggled to see things. Alexander had said that they call it the blind hour, where it was hard for our heightened sense of sight to make out shapes or see anything as we typically did.