Blind Play Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I screamed again as the sixth contraction takes place. QUESTION and ANSWER ~who do you think started the fire that killed Nicolo's Mama? ~what is Nicolo's Mama's name? ~how do you think Nicolo will react when he finds out the name of who killed his mama? ~How did Nicolo become blind?

I was about to get off my blindfold but then he spoke. “Don’t! Not yet!” he said. I calmed down for a bit, but my heart was still beating so fast that it felt like it wanted to go out of my chest. I could feel my hands shaking as well. "Okay, stand still," I heard him say and I felt him walk toward me. "Are you ready?" he asked. My forehead creased, but I eventually nodded as well. Slowly, I felt him removing the blindfold. I needed to blink multiple times to adjust my eyes to the lights around me. As if on cue, I heard a violin playing. My mouth parted the moment I looked at what was in front of me.

“I really wanted to drink your blood but before that, I would like to see you bathe on it. Just like that damn beast did to me, I’ll both kill you afterward.” “HAH!” Layla gasped when she felt her innards coming out of her body. Her sight hadn’t adjusted in the dark yet and she could barely see anything which made her other senses work more efficiently. She closed her eyes to easily adapt to the situation. It was unusual but since she was blindfolded for so long, she could better operate when her sight was blocked. “Take this!”

|4 Months Later| The snores from Alana filled the room. Eva sat up in her bed. The pads of her fingers glided across the page of the book. One upside to being blind and reading a book? She didn't need light to read. Eva could read in the dark until her heart's content, Aside from Alana's slight snores and the thumping hearts from everyone inside the PackHouse. The night was quite serene.

My vision blurred again, the white light swallowing everything. And the last thing I felt was Alex’s hand gripping mine, his voice hoarse, begging through his sobs: “Stay with me, baby. Please stay.” And then the dark swallowed me again. END OF CHAPTER 95

Chapter 121 Blake’s POV My head felt like it had been split open with an axe. I groaned, running my fingers through my hair as I finally pried my eyes open. For a few long seconds, I could not understand where I was. The room was dim, the curtains half drawn, letting in only thin strips of pale morning light, and there was a sharp and unfamiliar smell in the air. My mouth was dry, and I frowned and pushed myself up slowly, ignoring the pain that was pulsing through my temples.

Why would a blind man choose something so visual? Unless he remembers. Unless he refuses to let the dark win. I don’t know how long I stand there. Then— “What are you doing here?” The voice slices through the silence. Low. Calm. Controlled. I spin around. Desmond Blackwood stands near the door. My heart nearly stops. I don’t hear it open. I don’t hear him move. He stands tall in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. His white cane, detailed with subtle gold swirls, rests in his left hand. Dark lenses shield his eyes, his expression unreadable.

I think of her, of everything she’s endured, everything Selena has stolen from her, and the fire in me burns hotter. The moment I step further into the cave, the darkness swallows me whole. It’s not just a lack of light anymore... it’s absolute, crushing blackness. I can’t see anything, not even the faint glow of my mark. I can't help but shake my head while a dry chuckle escapes my mouth. “Maybe she didn’t plan for someone like me,” I murmur, my voice bouncing off the walls. I take another step forward, the cold stone beneath my feet grounding me. “A blind person... or, in my case, a former blind person. Guess that’s her mistake."

Chapter 1 Alina's POV “Where the hell am I?” I struggled, the blindfold around my eyes stopped me from seeing anything “Someone help me.” I cried out but I heard no response, all I heard were the echoes of my voice. I lay motionless on a damp stone floor, my body trembling with weakness and pain. The cold from the dungeon-like room seeped into my bones, yet it was nothing compared to the hollow ache inside my chest. Blood pooled beneath me, the once steady rhythm of my heartbeat slowing, each pulse weaker than the last. I could barely lift my head, but I didn't need to.

Note—This is a repetition of the first chapter of Blind Desires from the Author Note above. TATE I’D DRUNK TOO much. That was the first thing that crawled through the haze, sluggish and stupid, but the second I blinked, I didn’t see party light or a bedroom ceiling. I didn’t see anything, and a different panic shoved in. Not the hangover kind. Not the regret-the-shots kind. The something’s-fucking-wrong kind. It was dark. Too dark. Not blurry, not dim. Just black.