Blind Maiden Novels & Stories

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!

They were so beautiful and clear and for a while, he was lost. "Your..Your eyes. How is that possible?" He said in disbelief and his hand voluntarily reached for her face as he tilted up her chin. "I don't have an eye illness. I'm perfectly fine and not blind, so it's okay if you're in awe. I was asked to blindfold, I was told it was the rules and every maid that had ever worked at the mansion always had to blindfold," She clarified before he asked.

“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.”

He wasn’t here when I shifted before to go run with the pack, so why wasn’t I in pain then? “Now you see here. She is mine. Her name is Kalina, and she’s from another pack. You only spew lies,” Diego lies again. “Lies? Tell me. Did she hear the howls before the shift?” He pauses, staring directly into Diego’s eyes. Though I’m in pain, I can’t take my eyes off him. “She did. Your silence is proof enough. Not only have you been playing in something you shouldn’t, but you also resorted to stealing a woman from her home and taking her as yours when she wasn’t yours to begin with. Do you know what happens to those who do such a thing? Have you seen what the moon goddess does to those who steal a

There is a piano in front of me, old with dark wood and slight scratches along the edges like it has been touched too many times by hands that meant something, and the room itself is endless though I can't see where it begins or ends, just shadows stretching too far in every direction and swallowing light before it can settle. And then her, this same girl again, my little Ghost, and she is always there before I understand why, a girl sitting at the piano with a white veil falling softly over her face, hiding everything except the parts my mind refuses to erase. Her eyes are gold, not normal gold and not human gold but something brighter, something that looks like it remembers me even when I

The first Blood Feather book lowered until its pages hovered above the cradle, and black ink dripped like milk toward the sleeping shadow. Adolphus fell to one knee, not from defeat, but from worship. The dead midwife bowed her head, smiling like a nurse beside a child she had successfully delivered. Rudina’s spirit faded until only her eyes remained sharp, fixed on the cradle with unbearable horror. “That is not Maelor,” she whispered, though her voice trembled like she needed us to believe quickly. Ashina crawled toward the cradle despite the roots burning her knees, one hand stretched toward the sleeping shadow wearing her son’s face.

It was identical to the scent that was currently clinging to the air outside Diego's room. He stared down the empty hallway, his brow furrowing in deep confusion. No, he thought, shaking his head as a cold chuckle escaped his lips. It is impossible. Valeria was a dirty, frightened maid who groveled on the floor in an oversized apron. Luna was a fierce, commanding queen who moved like sin under purple lights. It was just a coincidence. Madrid was flooded with the same cheap perfumes, and his mind was simply playing tricks on him because he was exhausted. He brushed the ridiculous thought from his mind, turned on his heel, and walked back to his quarters, determined to erase the maid's tear-st

Maybe because she wasn't with their uniform yet. Blue: I... I'm a maid here and I was instructed to clean your room. Belinda : huh. Maid? Wait.... Are you one of the new maids? Blue lifted up her head and then Bel caught a full glance at her face and her eyes widened. Blue: yes Belinda : gosh! You're really pretty. And you're not on makeup. Wait..... Are those Blue eyes? Jeez, Adrian's gonna love you Blue : huh. Please who is Adrian?