Blind By Lifehouse Mga Nobela at Kwento

Julie came down from the announcing room and quickly engulfed Luna in her arms, startling her so badly she stiffened. “Our lucky charm! I knew you’d bring us a fortune the day we bought you!” Julie flashed a toothy grin. “You said she was a black sheep,” Theo muttered, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t nearly as thrilled. “Come on! Let the past go. Get her ready to leave. And look, Luna, keep this in mind—always. Never let the man find out about your blindness, or we’re all done for. He’ll kill you first and then us. Understand?” Julie warned, her voice suddenly sharp and serious.

Will she be able to triumph over principalities? This is the story of The Blind Luna. ★★★ Annaliese Dayton is an eighteen year old blind shewolf from Clear Waters pack. Born to the delta, the third in command of the pack, she is the second child and the only girl of the family. Eric Dayton, the first born is four years older than her and her being the middle child is two years older than her twin brothers, Marcus and Matthew. Her Dad, being the delta of the pack loves to brag about Eric to everyone and anyone who cares to listen.

He avoided the question and said perfunctorily, "The healer said that it was fortunate that Isabelle was brought there in time. Her vision will be affected, but she won't lose her sight after all. "But, it's just an accident. You don't have to blame yourself for it." I sneered coldly in my heart. In my past life, he had delayed treatment for me until I was permanently blinded. And yet, he was willing to spend a fortune to save his true love as quickly as possible. Gabriel didn't stay for long. He got up in a hurry after briefly reassuring me that everything was fine. "I still have some urgent matters I need to settle in the pack, and I need to handle them personally. Don't wait up for me and

" At last, Celia broke down completely. She clutched her head and sobbed uncontrollably. The livestream continued. The viewer count kept climbing higher and higher. Everyone was urging Bonnie to keep reading. Bonnie looked up at the sky for a moment and said, "Okay."

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

I let out, as I could feel her chin shaking in my hand. “She’s blind,” Shawn let out and that instantly made me confused. “Blind, Lucia,” “Are you blind?” I asked, not wanting to believe that the moon Goddess sent Lucia as someone else. Lucia is the only blind woman that would ever love me. Why wasn't she answering? “Don't let me repeat myself, are you blind?” I yelled. “Yes!” she let out as my hands went shaky.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

She'd rather be back in California in her small room, laying in bed and daydreaming about how her life would've been if she haven't had this stupid disease that left her in darkness forever. Bonnie missed her mother, hell she even misses her bastard of a father that left when she was three. She missed her dog, Egg. Oh I hope he's okay. She also missed her annoying best friend Becca. Her heart clenched as tears begin to run down her face. She sniffed taking a deep breath and wiped the tears but it was no use because more came running down. She gave up and let them fall. How was she going to escape this place if she was blind?

July knew very well what her family feared the most, that fear was their weak point. "That's why we made a simple event." Argus nodded silently, not daring to oppose her word at this point. "Oh, and about the invitation, you were talking about earlier. I will make a plan that there is no couple name or photo of us either on the invitation card or in the wedding room. Let people accept it as a new concept of modern style marriage. That's what I mean by blind wedding because the guests don't know the identity of my groom."