Blind Corner Lazy Susan Novels & Stories

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

Their conversations created a gentle hum that filled the space, occasionally punctuated by the clink of chopsticks against ceramic plates or bursts of laughter from a nearby table. "Let us all find a table," Sleazy whispered, his voice unusually subdued in this unfamiliar territory. He gestured toward a round table in the corner, partially concealed by an ornamental screen painted with scenes of mountains and waterfalls. The strategic location offered them a view of the entire restaurant while providing a modicum of privacy.

she moaned, "and I didn't even do anything except tell them what to do, even with that less amount of work, I was tired as hell, I don't know why I'm getting tired like this a lot." Susan, with a mischievous grin, teased her friend, "That's what happens to lazy people, when someone who is as lazy as you does some work, all you'll get is tired even though it's not involved in any kind of physical work, if not there are chances, when a lazy person like you witness others working hard, even by watching them you'll get tired, maybe this suits to you, don't you think so?" Luna retaliated by playfully whacking Susan with a pillow. "You're in for it now!" she giggled.

Mavis said with longing in her voice. “We all do, I can’t wait to see my Efron.” And they all agreed with Lumiere. “Hmm, same with my love, Austin.” Fauzia nodded. Once again they all sighed when Lystra suddenly snapped her fingers. She just finished eating. “Let us make some slime! Using the mystery wheel spinner to past the time,” she suggested. They all accepted her suggestion except for Shanoa. “Really? Come on I can’t see a thing,” she sneered as she said. “I won’t really enjoy that much.”

A sly smile crossed Brindle's face as she anticipated the upcoming spectacle. Stealthily, she moved behind a decorative flower stand, clandestinely pouring a small amount of water on the floor. Returning to her original spot, Brindle awaited the unfolding of her carefully orchestrated plan. The unsuspecting barman trod on the wet spot, slipping dramatically and inadvertently causing the glasses of wine he carried to cascade onto Tina…….

Suddenly, the needle on Susan's brass tool began to spin violently, whirring in circles before snapping completely to the north and freezing. "The spiritual frequency here is completely dead," Susan whispered, her brow furrowing deeply. "It’s a blind spot. Look at this." She carefully dug her gloved fingers into the soft mud, pulling out a small, heavy object that had been buried just an inch beneath the surface. Amora stepped closer, her emerald eyes locking onto the item.

And there he was. Blind Eye sat in his customized wheelchair near the edge of the balcony, overlooking the city. A silver suitcase sat open on his lap, the glow of credit chips illuminating his chin. In his hand, he held a crystal glass of amber liquid—vintage whiskey, likely older than Jack himself. He was humming a tune. A soft, off-key melody. "Three minutes to extraction," Blind Eye murmured to himself, tapping his sensor visor. "Life is good." "Is it?"

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Susan's eyes are bright and frigid at the same time. "I have a method to escape away because I dared to do it. It will follow the dust as long as you are with Sashsa Ovis's secret. Do you think Blaky Sudan will be of use to me?" Blaky Sudan will be soft-hearted at that time, as long as he plays the bitter card. Susan's eyes sunk as she heard Bard Ovis mention Blaky Sudan's feelings for Sashsa Ovis. "Don't strive, dead girl; today is your death." Bard Ovis remarked as he drew a dagger from his belt.

Across the table, Luna got up. She didn't say anything. She just slid off her chair, walked to the counter, picked up the water jug, and carefully, with both hands and her tongue caught between her teeth in concentration, poured a glass. Then she carried it around the table and set it down in front of me. Not near me. In front of me. Exactly where my hand would fall if I reached out without looking. She'd learned the spot. She'd watched me long enough to know precisely where a blind woman's hand comes down.