Blind Love Book Novels & Stories

I knew it was all in my head, but the edges burned, albeit slightly. I closed my eyes. I remembered the scent of her cooking, the warmth of her sweater during winter, and her shaking hands as she signed the papers that made her my guardian. However, I also saw something else. I saw the rooftop, a murderous Chris, and the hands that pushed me down. "Mrs. Gray, I'm at school. I don't think I can skip it." Darlene's breathing hitched. "Nancy?" she said, her voice filled with confusion.

I blink several times as I take out the book and see purple tentacles on the cover. I blink and flip through it. flip through it. Holy crap. This is not the last Slade Gray book. Things happen in this book that blow my mind. Things happen in this book that blow my mind. eight fucking dicks? I feel the floor drop out from under me when a thought occurs to me. thought. My fucking soul mate thinks I read this shit. There's only one, maybe two men brave enough to do this shit to me.

Or would he want all of me, all at once? I thought I had outgrown such fantasies, but the simple act of meeting eyes with Lev has reignited the flame that went out after I lost two people back-to-back. Noah couldn’t do this. He could barely get me wet, but Lev has me dripping and he’s not even here. Dangerous. Yeah, he’s definitely not someone I should be fantasizing about, but I do it anyway. It’s not like he’ll ever know. His eyes cut right through me, but he can’t read minds.

He'd rather live to be blind than seeing but not remembering the beautiful girl who held magic on her fingertips and smelt like vanilla. A depressed Amelia sat on the beach, the night only shy away from hitting twelve as tears continued to leave her blue eyes, her mind replaying the terrible scene in her mind. The confusion written on his face will haunt her forever, what should've been a happy event turned twisted dark as the love of her life cease to remember her. Every that they have been through simply was just gone. Was it selfish of her that she'd rather have him blind than seeing and forgetting her? She didn't think so. She wiped some more tears off her face and placed her head in her

I could feel her tension, the way she stiffened beneath me, her breaths shallow and quick. My hands found her face, my fingers tracing her cheekbones. “Let me show you,” I murmured, keeping my voice low. My fingers found its way her lips and she sucked my thumb in almost immediately. I smiled. “Let me show you what a blind man can do.” I trailed my fingers down her body, learning her through touch—every curve, every shiver, every inch of her soft skin beneath my calloused hands. I wasn’t rushed; I wanted to take my time. I wanted her to know that despite my blindness, I could still see her in ways no one else ever could, and I could pleasure her in ways no man would ever do.

Confusion bubbled, anger simmered as I flipped the pages. Such delicious darkness, I think I'll enjoy tearing it from you, piece by fragile piece. Was he...Was he saying the quotes from the book earlier? I snapped my head at him, but he was already looking at me. He was looking at me. This blind man was looking at me. His piercing eyes lit up amused, sinfully crafted lips curved, and I noticed, under the dim light and amidst the panic attack I was about to have. He had a dimple.

“Nick isn’t dead. I promise you. If you’ll trust me just one more time and take my hand, you’ll be able to see for yourself.” “How will taking your hand let me see Nick?” Vanessa asked warily. “None of this makes sense.” Martin nudged his hand closer. “Take a leap of faith. Trust me.” Vanessa looked from Martin, to Wilma, to Alison. When her eyes settled on her friend she asked, “You really see him?” When Alison smiled and nodded, Vanessa slowly took Martin’s hand. A jolt of energy swept through her body and she closed her eyes. When it stopped, and she opened them again, she looked toward Alison. She was holding the hand of a very transparent Nick.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

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“Oh, my,’ he uttered and blew up some smoke in the air and lit another cigarette. “He ended things with me. Ain’t I so pathetic, a fool and not beautiful enough?’ I shouted and whimpered, rubbing off my tears. “He was my everything. I suffered so much for this bastard.” “He cheated on you.’ He asked. I nodded. “I did everything to make him love me. He was my childhood friend, my best friend, and then he became my boyfriend. How could I have not seen it? How could I have been so blind not noticing anything at all for these fucking years? Why are all guys bastards?” I questioned sorrowfully. He got up from the bench, handing me a jacket. “Care to follow me? It’s late and dangerous for a girl l