Blind Maiden Novels & Stories

“Your steps are heavy with shadows, girl. Not from here, are you? You do not belong to this world… and yet you fight to stay.” A chill raced down my spine. My heart kicked painfully against my ribs. I swallowed hard. “Damian…” He scoffed, pulling out his wallet lazily. “Fine. Let’s pay the great prophet so he can buy himself more cheap wine.” He tossed a bill onto the man’s lap. The blind man didn’t touch it. He tilted his head toward Damian instead. “And you… beware the knife behind the kiss. The ones closest cut the deepest.” Something in his tone—low, gravelly, too sure, made me shiver. My chest tightened, breath caught.

The maid was asleep, her body curled beneath the thin blanket, her face soft, peaceful, innocent. Lila’s heart twisted, her fingers trembling, her chest tightening as she watched her, as she fought against the jealousy, the anger, the pain. She looks like her... she looks just like her... Her hand moved, swift and silent, the dagger gleaming beneath the moonlight as she plunged it into the maid’s chest, her face blank, her eyes cold, her heart empty. The maid’s eyes flew open, her mouth opening in a silent scream, her body convulsing, her blood spilling over the white sheets, staining them crimson.

“You used my sister. You tried to replace me.” “I revealed the truth,” he corrected. “You were never meant to rule alone.” The door behind him opened again. A figure stepped inside, guided by a younger wolf. She was small, wrapped in dark cloth, her hair silver-white despite the smoothness of her face. Her eyes were pale and unfocused, clouded by blindness. “Leave us,” she said softly. Drail hesitated, then bowed his head and stepped back. The blind woman tilted her head slightly, as if listening to something beneath my skin.

My vision sharpened—still blurry around the edges, but the world was no longer a smear of color. Inside the folder was a document — and a photograph of me. I read its contents carefully. “You want to train me?” I asked. “I don't understand.” “Yes.” Kimberly crossed her arms. “Your husband is either with the Mafia… or not real at all.” “I’m not lying,” I hissed. “He hasn’t hurt anyone.” “Stop defending him,” Kimberly said sharply. “He drugged you until you were blind. That’s not love.” I looked down at the picture in my hands — the soft wrinkles behind the thick-rimmed glasses, the small smile, the arm around my waist.

Neither of us noticed the small red light blinking in the corner of the room. Hidden behind a book on the shelf. A tiny camera. No bigger than a button. Recording everything. Watching everything. Sending a live feed to someone far away. Someone who smiled as she watched. Someone who whispered to herself, "Perfect. This is perfect. Now everyone will see. Now everyone will know what kind of man Derrick Cole really is. Taking advantage of a blind, helpless girl. They'll destroy him for me. And I won't have to lift a finger." But we didn't know any of that.

they would have dinner, stare up at the sky and Palio would tuck the little girl in. Apart from seeing her as her teacher, Madison also saw her as a motherly figure. Sure, it reminded her of the days when she was still in the Wilde’s household, but, with each sunrise, she got used to Palio being by her side. However, it was foolish of her to think it would last forever. Madison should have known that her happy time would soon bite her in the back. She is a witch, after all. It was during one of her trips back from the market. She chanced upon an elderly woman in rags breathing heavily against the wall of the alley. Concerned, she gave her an apple, but... “I don’t need that, Miss. I am on t

She said, walking away. ** Your majesty, the kingdom is really beautiful. Her maid said smiling. It is indeed. Queen Belinda said. Oh my... She yelled and someone grabbed her hand. She looked up and saw a ragged woman. Who are you? She asked staring at the mad woman in front of her. She had him, he had her. But they both parted ways... They never got to know the truth. They never got to know the truth... You feel him,he feels a bit of you.

July knew very well what her family feared the most, that fear was their weak point. "That's why we made a simple event." Argus nodded silently, not daring to oppose her word at this point. "Oh, and about the invitation, you were talking about earlier. I will make a plan that there is no couple name or photo of us either on the invitation card or in the wedding room. Let people accept it as a new concept of modern style marriage. That's what I mean by blind wedding because the guests don't know the identity of my groom."

This question has plagued his quest for that far away top. “HEHEHE! Do you think she doesn’t know? You are young, Caiden. And your youth shows in your words. The Blind Goddess knows everything about us. I will not be even surprised if she was right here in this very room, hidden from our eyes and chuckling at our stupidity.” Chayene replied as her eyes blazed with a magnificent carmine tint and roamed them freely. Alas, even her supernatural perception failed to notice anything out of ordinary.

A faint scent of new cloth and perfume Ace seemed to favor. The first thing I saw was a card. Cream parchment, edges burned for effect, the handwriting elegant and precise. The Blind Maiden, and I was given the role of the blind maiden. I looked up at him, brows raised. “The Blind Maiden?” He nodded. “Our theme is medieval. Everyone’s playing a role.” “And I’m the poor girl?” I asked, half amused. “You’re the heart of it,” he corrected softly.