Blind Maiden Novels & Stories

He then later walked in like they weren’t together before. Belinda was made to stand in front of the king and queen before she was left alone. In the throne room, Megan and the two Betas of the MoonLove pack were also seated. Next to Belinda, stood Ayman, whose head was bowed in regret for his actions. “Speak Belinda. Who are you?” King Talos asked, and Belinda lifted her head to look at the throne, where he sat. “I am Belinda Bartling, I was a slave of the Mystic Shadow Pack before I got rescued by Princess Megan and Prince Damon. I was almost killed…”

For the first time in the void, the air smelled fresh, clean, and alive. But then— From the storm beyond the shattered window, a shadow emerged. Not her father. A figure dressed in white appeared—a woman. Her veil trailed in the rain, her hands were folded, and her head was lowered. As she lifted her face, Camela's blind eyes felt the intensity of its presence against her skin. The maid's voice rang through the chamber, sharper than the raging storm outside. “You broke the window. But the rain carries truth. And that truth will drown you.”

It gave Belinda a tiny-weensy bit of satisfaction to know she'd stunned the widow's ever-calm, so she continued with the same momentum. "You're a banshee, aren't you? I know you change your appearance regularly. And I also know you've been alive way longer than you let on. You can't remember anything from your human life, except you were married and lost your husband early. That's why in every of your identities, you remain a widow. Your favorite flowers are daises, and you are partial to cinnamon tea." By now, Shoba had fully recovered from her shock, and she was peering at Belinda, her gaze very searching. "Do I know you?" She asked gently.

I nodded and handed over Zlata's golden hairpin. Belinda took it in silence, studying it carefully, then closed her fist around it and began to chant. The lights flickered. Her face grew paler with every word of some ancient tongue I couldn't understand. A faint breeze stirred the curtains and the tablecloth; the furniture rattled, and a chill crawled under my skin. Only the cat stayed curled in a ball, snoozing, utterly unbothered. The lights died completely, then snapped back on. At the same moment, the wind stopped, and Belinda opened her eyes.

A blurry place, like a castle but smaller, the place was very dark and dusty. Why is it so dark, Madeline tried to look around and found out the entire place was underground, like a kingdom that sank years ago. "Maddie...are you okay, having another vision.." Damien whispered softly, he didn't touch her as he did not know what was going on. Madeline shook her head breaking for the trance, "no it was like a flashback, a place underground, like a kingdom but smaller, a castle...everything underground..." Madeline tried to describe the place... as she tried to locate the place.

Lower management handled the menial business. Rai Landon was not part of his corporate team, or she would have a suite on deck fifteen, not five. She was merely a passenger wanting to experience Alaska. Just how much a blind person could enjoy the sights alone was yet to be determined. Damn her friend for bailing on her. Z grinned at the thought of being her guide. Ideas rambled through his mind in creative waves; an unstoppable force that promised a wake of destruction.

Azfarin slowly turned her head to see the boy sitting with her face turned red with her lips parted. "Turn the Bus Turn the Bus Basted" The same man screamed who was now standing over the driver's head. And he was told to turn the bus. The road was heading towards Sydney's forest. Everyone was squealing now. Everyone thought they would get off the bus after returning the luggage, but they had probably taken the bus hostage. A woman was crying loudly. "Please, please, please." She was crying with both hands. The English-speaking black man was now stepping fast towards the woman.

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

"Get out of my house right now. I will not accept a thin and ugly maid like you. So leave now if you don't want my men to drag you out." My lips parted not because he said he would let his men drag me out of his house but because he said I was thin and ugly. When did I get skinny? I didn't eat last night and this morning, but I don't think that I will lose weight that fasts. And then he called me ugly? I am always the muse at our school but this blind calls me ugly? He steps on my pride. He is really blind!

“Did you hear that? Please tell me you all heard that.” “This... this blind bitch is the one who made us? Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now? Midnight Bloom is one of the biggest publishing companies out there. We worked hard to build this place. We did that. “Not some random blind woman who can’t even walk across a hallway without ending up flat on the floor.” She turns back to me, her eyes dripping with fake sympathy. “Sweetheart, if you’re that desperate for attention, just say it. You didn’t have to make up some pathetic fantasy story just to feel important for five minutes.”