Novel & Cerita Blind Corner Lazy Susan

“Wait, how does that work though?” Lila asked, turning to face the man in the corner. He wore a pitch black suit and black sunglasses, blending in the shadows well enough even without the invisibility device that had concealed him at the tea table. “Eyes work by detecting light of various wavelengths to detect colours. This device works by taking an image and providing an approximation of the background, using cameras on the inside to smooth out the image,” he explained, lifting up an umbrella looking device from behind one of the table legs that had concealed it.

Aaaaah, embarrassing. After finishing rinsing my hair and drying it with a towel, I went downstairs to the kitchen. My apartment mate, Jay Oliver, was busy fixing the coffee machine. He is a tall, dark-skinned man with curly black hair, the founder of a technology-related start-up company, and can't live without coffee. "Morning," I greet him, and he answers me with a casual mumble. I approached the hanging cabinet labeled "Azalea", and then tiptoed to grab a cup of ramen that I had deliberately stocked as much as possible.

There are days when I wonder what the world around me looks like, what the prey I eat looks like, I even wonder what my mate looks like but I'll never ask because I know that although I am blind and most likely odd looking I will never stand alone. For I am blinded but not deaf, I am blinded but not alone, I am blinded and I will always have a place within this world.

He looked at the man like he wasn’t even there, eyes seemingly focused on the shadowy figure behind him—the true power behind the scenes. Without sparing even a glance at Susan, who was lying facedown on the couch, Layson spoke with a chilly flatness, “That woman clearly can’t think straight, and her eyes don’t seem to work either. I don’t need to say what should be done.” Helen’s eyes lit up. Others might not understand the meaning hidden in Layson’s words, but she knew exactly what he meant. He was still brooding over Susan’s earlier line—“blind man.” Now was her time to shine!

Any chocolate? “There was a black sedan that just left. Dark windows. No plates.” “A car?” One eyebrow arched. “Probably a neighbor.” “Triple-layered tint. Parked exactly three minutes in the blind spot of the corner camera.” Aria held his gaze for one beat. Then looked back at her screens. “If I installed the corner camera, I also know its blind spots best.” A pause. “Did you get the chocolate or not?” Marcus dropped both bars beside the mousepad.

Her patient replied bitterly, and shifted to face in the opposite direction. "Suit yourself," Susan replied, and, sitting back, helped herself to the bacon. It was perfectly delicious, and she licked at the grease that trickled down her fingers before wiping them on her apron. "Only, you might need your strength, since Simon is to take you out today," After a moment, Liziwe turned, the words hanging like the promise of a sweet in the air. She looked at Susan sceptically, her lips twisting into a grimace, tugging painfully at the scar. "I find that rather hard to believe."

Jimmy conceded, letting out a soft sigh as everyone eagerly awaited him to blow out the candles. Resting his hands on the table, he closed his eyes, leaned toward the cake, and blew out the candles. The room erupted in cheers, clapping, and shouts of encouragement. As he lifted his head, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure near the dining table, accompanied by a small leg beside her. The room fell silent as Jimmy followed the familiar feet up to a face, his heart racing. There stood Susan, beaming with a warm smile, holding the hand of a little girl whose resemblance to him was astonishing—the same curly hair framing her face. Jimmy's still frozen, staring at Susan. The little girl

“If you’re tired, go to sleep first. I’ll definitely come home, I promise.” “Alright.” Beside them, Frank whispered something to Charlotte. Charlotte nodded to show that she understood. Jordan glanced left and right, feeling like she was the third wheel. Better to just eat. She was about to turn the table to get some muffin when the lazy Susan rotated toward her the moment she reached out. The muffin landed right in front of her. She didn’t lift her head to look, but she could feel a scorching gaze focused on her face. Her long lashes fluttered quickly, and she paused, not reaching out to pick up the food.

Murmurs filled the air, but no one stepped in to take Juliana’s side. Cassandra scowled. “So you have? You certainly are easy. The nice way to put it is you lack boundaries, but honestly, you’re shameless.” Juliana forced a smile. “Aren’t you reading too much into this, Mrs. Tutti?” Cassandra said curtly, “Here’s a word of advice. Don’t confuse being a tramp with being blunt.”