Blind Corner Lazy Susan Novels & Stories

It wasn’t for Lazy Eye’s neck that Amberleigh aimed the machete, but rather his right arm. The giant knife slid through just above his wrist smooth as fucking butter barely missing also taking out his thigh as well. The blade cut through the arm rest in the wooden chair and bounced against the concrete floor. Perhaps it was that jarring ring which helped bring Amber back to her fucking senses. Or the wet bounce of Lazy Eye’s hand on the floor. Because his scream had only made her want to hurt him more.

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

Otherwise, those guts-wrenching missions and dramas I partook in would have served no lesson in my life! In front of him, Susan's palm was open. The fairly big bead-like device shone with a soft glow on it. The woman activated it without waiting for his answer. When she pressed its button, light particles resembling luminant dust rose from its surface without pause and formed a projection shaped like a TV screen. The sight was very magical and Susan seemed to want to see a surprised reaction from him due to it. If Susan only did not show a half-expectant, half-proud expression to him, his suspicions of her would not have reached a definite answer. At that moment, he simply wanted to thank he

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

The white lights in the giant, high-ceilinged concrete room slowly dimmed, replaced by a thin red glow reflecting off the glass walls. From four corners, a maze model slowly rotated, revealing narrow pathways and constantly flickering points of light. The Blind Maze was never designed to be simply a physical obstacle course. It's a living machine that reads human movement, body heat, and hesitation. The structure resembles a giant network of blood vessels. The walls are made of opaque polymer-coated glass that can turn transparent or dark in a split second. The floor is matte metal, absorbing light reflections so the human eye can't guess the laser's direction.

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

“Yes, but not just the call.” She exhaled slowly. “You think he’ll come for you.” “I think he’ll try.” “And you think you’ll outrun both of them?” “I think I won’t wait to be cornered.” Bella studied me for a moment longer. Then she turned, casually adjusting a spice jar. “There’s a blind spot between the east garden and the secondary generator,” she said conversationally. “Camera rotation lags by four seconds.” I didn’t react. She continued slicing tomatoes as if we were discussing dinner.

With her words, a velvet spotlight turned on meters beside her revealing the most weird yet menacing looking glass cage I have seen in my whole life. In the right side of the room stands a sinister looking glass cage, and within its enclosed walls sits a single chair. Upon this chair, a teddy bear was perched, as if serving as a model of whoever might take the chair's seat. On the back of the chair situates a spinning wheel, with a small lever at the foot. Perhaps it is for whoever sits in the chair will be connected, as if by an invisible cord, to the spinning wheel, and their fate will be decided.

I want to brush my teeth. Susie steps soft toward her, then crouches at her side. He doesn’t know it, but there’s a scimitar behind his head. It’s curved in a half-circle, too black to catch the light. So sharp it shreds the air as it trembles. It hovers against his neck where his blood is closest to the surface. How dark will it be when it slips out his wounds? Staining slide.

Susan walked back to the table, and took the last four triangular pyramids and did the same with the four missing corners, sticking a triangular pyramid in each. Susan walked back to the briefcase and took two big crystalline cubes from inside it. These cubes had about fifteen centimeters of edge, were made of clear quartz and had a pea sized blue drop near each of its vertices. Susan picks one of the cubes in her left hand and lifts it into the air. Applying a little magic, she makes the cube float in the air and removes her left hand from under it. Susan then touches each vertex of the cube once with her index finger of her right hand, while making the cube rotate slowly using her left han