Blind Maiden Novels & Stories

she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal. “Good. I don’t know about the other men he might make you meet. It’s all on you. And trust me, he will kill you if he gets even a hint that you’re blind. So never—not even by accident—let anyone find out the truth behind these beautiful eyes. You understand?” he growled, grabbing her chin harshly. “Y…Yes, Sir,” she stuttered, her tears threatening to flow. But she was strong enough to hold them back.

This has got to be a really big surprise for her to blindfold me, let's wait and see then, I thought. I heard her footsteps as she walked towards me, and I couldn't keep my curiosity at bay, so I hurriedly wanted to take the blindfold off, but she was quick to stop me. She sat on my legs and seductively whispered to me, "Don't rush, baby. I'm all yours tonight", And I swear at that moment, I was ready to take in all of her body and shape and get down to business. But I held myself.

He wasn’t there. The bond… gone. It didn’t snap. It disappeared. Like someone had reached into my chest and ripped out the air itself. The silence hit harder than any command ever could. His eyes were still open, unfocused, gold fading into dull green. My claws retracted, hands trembling as I touched his cheek. It was still warm. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no—”

Lysander led them toward a stone basin at the center of the room. "This is where we speak truth," he said quietly. "Where no lie can pass the lips of those who stand inside the Accord." Matthew eyed the basin. "Magic lie detector?" "In essence." Charlie exhaled. "Okay. Let's get this over with. What's hunting me?" Lysander placed both hands on the edge of the basin. "A Hollowed." Matthew stiffened. "Impossible." Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Gonna need more than a scary capital letter."

Avery stared at Damien; her breath completely hitched in her throat. Was that really an accident? He had aimed the cane with the precision of a sniper. There was no hesitation, no searching sweep of the cane. He had struck the exact millimetre of Elaine's heel needed to off-balance her, right at the exact second Elaine had pinched her. But as she looked at him, Damien simply turned his blind gaze back to her, holding out his arm. His expression was completely blank, the picture of innocent helplessness. No, Avery thought, trying to calm her frantic mind. He’s blind. It had to be a coincidence. He couldn't have seen what she did to me.

It had been almost 2 hours that she had been walking on a road that seemed to have no end. Not a single car had passed by since then. Her legs were already starting to ache and blister. Sophia was exhausted and she couldn't continue her journey in the dark like this. Only the moonlight illuminated her path. She could hear animal noises like birds, crickets, and even a stray dog, which was really scary. The breeze began to pierce her skin, unluckily she was not wearing a thick jacket. Sophia could only hug her own body. “Mom, it's cold ....”

Then she was gone, leaving Aria standing alone in the lobby, her hands shaking, her breath coming in short gasps. You don't belong in this world. Nobody. Replaceable. Out of your depth. The words echoed in her mind, each one a poisoned dart finding its mark. Because wasn't Victoria right? Wasn't she out of her depth? She was a former maid, a woman who'd lied and stolen and betrayed the man she loved. What business did she have thinking she could survive in Damien's world?

and Louis' voice was like a plaintive harp, so mournful was its tone, "Maude, once in the very spot where mother is lying now, you said because I was a cripple you would love me all the more. You have kept that promise well, my sister. You have been all the world to me, and now that you are blind I, too, will love you more. I will be your light—your eyes, and when James De Vere comes back—" "No, no, no," moaned Maude, sinking upon the floor. "Nobody will care for me. Nobody will love a blind girl. Oh, is it wicked to wish that I could die, lying here in the sunshine, which I shall never see again?" There was a movement at the door, and Mrs. Kennedy appeared, starting back as her eye fell upo

Once inside, he spoke in a cold, controlled voice: “Viola, I’ve done some research, and I found some very interesting things. You may think that because I’m blind, I wouldn’t know who and what you are. Tsk, tsk. Do you even know who I am? Because if you did, you wouldn’t have dared cross paths with me, let alone mess with my wife.” Viola stayed silent for several moments before responding.

My sclera are fogged with the dead, bleeding souls of my raven boys, don’t touch the gale of my lungs, for I breathe out ruin and rue. Hold me if you want beasts to devour maidens if you want mountains to quiver like breasts and avalanches to crush, my death blow rips through hearth and home, I am thunderheads, I am hurricanes, never touch your doom, don’t look at the banshee as I clean your death robes, for I gnash, and I devour, and I suck men dry – don’t love the diseased, madwomen are witches. We are not meant for shadowlight kisses, curses