روايات وقصص ضمن Blind Maiden

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.

the servant obeyed. Madelyn heard some noise from behind her, so she turned around and saw an old woman. Evelyn walked in with her cane. Her shoes and pants were covered in mud, and she looked disheveled. Madelyn stood up with the help of the coffee table and surveyed her surroundings. Besides the streetlights from outside, everything was pitch black and quiet. Madelyn had never seen her before, and it was already eleven at night. This reminded her of a classic ghost movie, "The Village Corpse." "Ma'am, why are you not going home when it's so late? Are you lost?" Madelyn asked. Her first reaction was to look at the shadow on the ground, and she sighed in relief.

It was so nostalgic that she wondered who even dared to intimidate her. It was so dark that not a speck of light was present in the room, but Yuna felt it, an unnatural soft wind touched her bare skin. Whoever it may came from; it was surely near her, hovering around. Even if she closed her eyes, it equated the same darkness, so she trusted her senses and instinct instead. Then an eerie sharp whisper decided to break the silence as it says, "Barren are the minds of those who claim they know, Blind are the eyes of those who believe just by sight,