Blind Corner Lazy Susan Novels & Stories

“Physically, her eyes are perfect—pupils responsive, optic nerves intact. Something unseen, likely residual magic, blocks the signal.” “So she is blind,” Kyo growls, a dangerous rumble. “Temporarily, I hope,” the healer answers. “I’ll brew cleansing tonics, charms against hexfire.” When the door shuts, silence falls thick and suffocating. Kyo exhales, a frustrated hiss. “You swear you can’t see anything? Not even shadows?” “Nothing.” My voice quavers. “Why—do you think I’m lying?” “No,” he says quickly, then softer. “I’m trying to map the danger.”

This check was going to be good, not that I needed it since my alpha was loaded. “Fuck, this is the busiest I have ever seen it here.” Tarryn groaned. “Seriously? The year I moved here was the busiest year. Great, that is exactly what I wanted to hear. I should have waited till next year to move here. ” I replied. “Sorry to interrupt, but I need the orders for tables 4 and 8.” Laveena huffed. “Sorry baby, here they are.” Tarryn told her.

He felt a cold wind blowing. Come to think of it, the little mute couldn't speak. She couldn't call him Third Young Master Mo and Old Mo... Mo Feitong coughed again with the same hand on his lips and followed behind her. What Jessica bought had been taken to the kitchen by Miss Susan. She stood in the living room, and her eyes fell on the claw machine. There was a dirty sticker on the dashboard that was torn in half. The words "no pledge" could be clearly seen on it.

Zelda stood frozen, unable to read or fully comprehend the scene unfolding before her. Susan was on the floor, clutching her stomach, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at Zelda with an accusatory glare. It was as if Zelda had committed some unforgivable sin, but all she had done was give Susan a reality check—a sharp slap that seemed to have shattered Susan’s carefully crafted illusion.

“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.

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!

Sam glanced at Wendy. Wendy looked at Asher and reluctantly said, "Nyctalopia (night blindness)." She'd memorized the word before coming to America, just in case she needed to explain herself. But admitting this vulnerability felt like exposing a weakness. "This light's smart—it turns on when it senses movement and dims when you leave. No manual switching needed."

She stared and stared, blinking her sticky eyelids, tightening her arm over her chest, and squeezing her thighs together, trying to hide from his prying eyes. “You don’t want me to hurt your friend right? What was his name… Liam, Right?” He smirked viciously. His voice lacing with venom and manipulation. His eyes appeared soft but only he knew the vicious darkness he held behind them. She knew he was capable of it. She had seen it all. The man was capable of anything. Lise, who was too oblivious to Andreas’s evil plans, after much staring and contemplation, parted her lips slightly as Andreas placed the spoon in her mouth as she gulped the soup. She mostly did it out of fear of losing her on

He smirked in dark victory when those pathetic words tumbled from her mouth, sounding so incredibly vulnerable. Who am I kidding? She is always vulnerable, his inner voice reasoned. He chuckled low in his throat, finally letting go of her waist. Taking a step back, he moved to stand directly in front of her, blocking her only exit. He knew she wouldn't try to run off; she was far too aware of the consequences. His dark eyes caught the bright, silvery moonlight pouring through the massive, glossy windows. He stared out at the glowing moon for a few quiet minutes before slowly turning his intense gaze back to Emma. Her eyes were still glued firmly to her feet, though she would occasionally ste