Blind Corner Lazy Susan Novels & Stories

She pointed out to an office chair close to the arrayed set of electronics. Jessy started towards her like she was going to beat the hell out of her and then passed her. She picked a pencil from the table and Dale knew she was in for a hell of discussion. "It isn't glasses, it's a damn camera." She twisted the right handle of the glass and revealed a USB port. "Were you afraid?" Jessy asked, softly. "No, why would I?" She lied. "I felt like beating them up and eating them like bread crumbs." She boasted, throwing punches in the air.

Drake opened the car door for her and guided her inside. “There’s water beside the seat if you need it,” he said before closing the door. “He would’ve handed me the bottle if he knew,” Luna shook her head, dismissing her thoughts. There was no chance anyone would know. She hadn’t even been to a hospital to be tested for blindness. Suddenly, the other car door opened. Her heart skipped a beat as someone entered. From what she could interpret, he was wearing black and had something sparkly on his hand. “Take the back route. I don’t want anyone to see her with that thing around her neck,” Carson spoke in his deep, gravelly voice.

Again she was out. The next time she woke up, it was in a big room, to beeping. A slow ache was all over her body, but she felt light. Happy? She couldn't follow a train of thought but she did know one thing, she still couldn't see from her right eye. Thought could she? It was dark, but she could sense specks of light coming through from somewhere. She raised her hands to touch her face and felt something. Cotton? Paper? Something was on it to hide her vision. “Kyle, she is up!” she heard Madison say.

“The scent…” She brought her wrist to her face, where a few hours earlier, Appy had dabbed a drop of essential oil—Casablanca lily—a whim, a gesture to connect her to the clue. She pressed that same spot on her wrist against the screen. For a moment, nothing. Then, a soft, blue light scanned her wrist. A hidden mechanism whirred, and a different panel slid open, revealing not a keypad, but a shallow indentation, perfectly shaped for a human throat.

Sicily jumped at the sound of footsteps with a familiar frequency. Her hand clasped, the other sought a grip on Esters fingertips. "Calm down, Miss, normalise your breathing!" whispered Ester. Sicily followed all of Ester's directions, but anxiety and fear were still evident in her eyes. A man came closer, a figure with a distinctive scent began to greet the blind girl's sense of smell. "What business does a blind woman have at the auction, is there any ability?" Harlan's voice was clearly caught by Sicily's ears.

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.

asked Susan suddenly, realizing that her Alpha was watching Clara. Alpha Robin turned his face back to focus on Susan but stammered, "No-no, of course not. I'm sorry, honey. Umm— maybe we should go to the bartender's table. I want a drink." Although Susan nodded and said yes to Alpha Robin's invitation, her focus was still on Clara with a cynical look. "You really want to play with me, Clara?" Susan muttered to herself. Alpha Edward, also watching Alpha Robin and Susan from a distance, just shook his head.

Merely moments away from a beautiful sunset, I was well aware that Susan had been feeling a lot more captivated. I had also taken her to my kitchen so we could make lunch. However, she had spent most of her time checking out every gadget there while gushing about how up-to-date they all were. She had forgotten to make a meal for herself and had settled for instant noodles when she saw my empty plate. I could feel the emotions pouring out of her as she sat beside me, eating and listening to me tell her about my company. I had seen the desire to work with BSL in her eyes.

Chrome stools stand with pale blue upholstered seats in the shape of a circle were lined up, offering a seat to weary patrons. White square tables with blue booths and chairs were spread around the room. The thing that caught Lacey and Sunny's eyes right away was the big machine across the room, standing all alone against the wall. “Look it, Mommy!” Sunny shouts and points, causing Lacey to grin at the child's enthusiasm. “I see the jukebox, baby. It is really cool.” “Can we go check it out, Mom?” Jack is the one to ask her and Lacey nods.

The enigma of her demeanor lingered, casting a veil of uncertainty over our interaction. "Don't accept any food from anyone around here and avoid engaging in conversations," Susan added, her tone laced with mystery, as if she held a secret only she knew. The seriousness of her warning, stirred a sense of unease deep within me. "Above all, maintain a significant distance from Master Clyde," she emphasized, her eyes darting around as if expecting danger to leap out from the shadows at any moment.