Blind Faith Synonym Novels & Stories

You're left so alone that you can't explain. You've got to dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's Heaven on earth. Well, do I believe in that faint breath of a word that is called a miracle? It will take me some more convincing, but what has just happened is rather a good start. Is this hope? Is this faith? Yes, accept it.

Lack of Trust Part 4-2 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV Continued……. "Do you really think she did all that????" She asked him without taking her name from her mouth. She still did not believe that her younger sister could do anything bad even though she had seen it all with her own eyes. "We all saw with our own eyes what she did so what do I think does it matter??? Not accepting the truth of our life will not change the truth which changed our life" he said in sad tone. A lone tear slipped out of his eyes when he thought about that time.

The crowd began to murmur in agreement, their voices rising in pitch and volume, and I could feel their heavy eyes on me. The murmurs of agreement grew into a chorus of voices, rising in pitch and volume, as the crowd began to chant in unison. "No blind Alpha! No werelion protector!" Their words echoed in my ears. It was clear that the pack was buying into the Beta's rhetoric, and I could feel the fervor in their eyes, the passion with which they embraced Burna's gimmick.

Gwan who are both shocked. "What?" Jung-Ho raises his voice, making Mrs. Gwan hold his hand. "Yes Mr. Gwan, At first we thought it was because she was unconscious for a month but unfortunately nothing worked on her. It will take time to get her vision back." He looks at them and continues. "But, we are not sure there are only 2% chances." He continues and pauses while glancing at Mrs. Gwan and Jung-Ho. "What do you mean?" Jung-Ho asks. "We are sorry Mr. Gwan but we can only hope right now." Dr. Pung apologises again. "What? No, There has to be a solution!" Jung-Ho exclaims while clenching her teeth. "There is nothing else we can do." Jung-Ho's eyes welled up with tears and guilt visible on h

His expression was unreadable to me mostly because he and I were not friends and there was no way I could get a read on him when I knew nothing about him. He slowly nodded his head when I finished, "I see" he said, "and do you believe him?" "I don't know what to believe, I feel like I'm running mad, I don't know what's real and what isn't and I have no idea how to approach it". "I think we should wait for the proof first and see if it's authentic before we make any decisions. We believed Devlin's words without proof, let's not repeat the same thing with Tristan ''.

" I believe in her. "You don't even believe in God, how can you believe the nonsense that Lena says when she's drunk?" Anne replied, still holding my arm." If she at least said something that made sense, I would also believe in something. But I can't believe in destined people, an angry God, and a humanity to be saved, if she doesn't give me enough arguments for it. "You don't need arguments, she's our friend. We have to believe her!" Zylah insisted, taking a deep sip of beer and getting up too." And I think believing in my best friend is not as difficult as believing in an entity that you can't even see, Anne.

"I haven't seen anything, Ara. At least not yet." "Then follow your heart and show them who the true alpha is." Great. Like brother, like sister. While the other was telling her to show them who the boss is, this one is using a synonym of a boss. Alpha. "But I don't trust him." She whispered dejectedly. "Then you should just take a leap of faith. The chances of his genuinity are slim anyway." "What if I lose everything?" She started biting her nails again. "That's why you need to have faith and be pessimistic. Don't pay attention to that cynical side of you too much and don't ignore it either."

Then disappear. But nothing feels simple anymore. In the car, the world outside blurs, and the bridge appears—the same shape, the same railings, the same cold iron that once held blood, screams, and memory. My chest tightens. The flashes hit hard. Blood on my hands. Screams in my ears. The taste of metal. Water swallowing everything. For a second, I forget where I am. Who I am. Everything goes numb.

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

, Faith pleaded. "So you need to look at your words, and swear, I am not lying, I will gain you no matter what it will take," He was staring into her eyes and she was swallowing down her fear. "I don't believe in your God, and don't let me get into this rubbish", he said but Faith wanted to ask a question. "Then whom you believe?" she asks and he wide his eyes on her. " Whom I believe?" First, he grins, and then he stares deep into her eyes.