Blind Play Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The kind of voice that had never needed to be loud to make people listen. I took a breath and walked inside. He was sitting behind a large desk. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Exactly as unforgiving as the photographs had suggested. And his eyes— Pale grey. Almost silver. They were pointed somewhere just past my shoulder. Not at me. Through me. For a second, I didn’t understand. Then I remembered. He couldn’t see me. I’d read about the accident. I’d known he was blind. But knowing something on a screen and standing three feet away from the person it had happened to were two completely different things.

He moves with a raw power, each step a testament to his untamed determination. Swift as a shadow, I rely not on sight but on the subtle shifts in the soundscape surrounding me. The whoosh of air, the brush of fabric, the faint rustle of muscles in motion—all contribute to the intricate tapestry of this blindfolded encounter. My mind becomes a canvas of strategy, calculating their every move before they even act. I exploit the gaps in their approach, ducking and dodging with razor-sharp timing. The seconds stretch into an eternity, the suspense building with each passing moment.

Chapter Thirty-Four: But We're Just Getting Started, Sunflower Phera POV: Blindfolded and led by the hands of the three men who've been slowly but inevitably infiltrating my heart, I felt a thrilling blend of vulnerability and trust. The car came to a gradual stop, and the engine's purr silenced. Doors opened and closed. Then Damon carefully untied the silk blindfold from around my eyes.

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

Maybe, just maybe, her destiny was only beginning. Outside, unseen and silent, shadows moved in the distance. Eyes glimmered, scanning the horizon. The villains from the past were not far behind, and the chase had only just begun. Shadow seen outside the window—villains are tracking her. —END OF CHAPTER 1—

Whatever Alexander had done to me, whatever holes existed in my memory, started there. He thought my blindness made me his. He thought his secrets were safe. He was wrong. I turned my face toward the window, letting the dim outline of the city bleed through the curtains. Let him think that. For now, I would play his perfect little miracle. Blind. Grateful. His. Until I wasn’t. And when I finally opened my eyes for him— I’d make sure the first thing he saw… was everything he built collapsing— with me at the center of it.

“Second rule: every dare escalates. Agreed?” “Agreed,” I breathed, and he set his glass down, producing a silk blindfold from his pocket. “First dare: let me blind you,” he murmured, tying it over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. His fingers traced my neck, teasingly slow, then slid under my dress, brushing my panties. “Already wet,” he teased, rubbing my clit through the fabric, the sensation heightened by my blindness.

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Chapter 120: What the First Page Said The sound of the unlocking click echoed far beyond the Threshold. It moved through the folding horizon. Through the silent Pillars. Through every layer of the dream. A single sound. A single permission. And then the first page turned. Nobody touched it. Nobody stood inside the room. Yet the page moved slowly on its own. As though an unseen hand had been waiting centuries for that moment. The projection sharpened.

Then I froze as the heavy steps I heard before now came again, heavier and faster, towards me. I shifted wildly in the chair, as I felt a hand reach for my face. And I almost choked as grimy fingers peeked through the cloth, then tugged slightly. And as fast as I had been made blind. The cloth was pulled off. And I couldn't hold my breath as the first thing I saw made me scream

The first thing that is taking place right now is that I am pinned to the wall by my throat, which is knocking the air out of my lungs, and I am being tossed across the room, with kicks and fists greeting my body. Black dots are taking over my eyesight, hands are all over my body, and the last thing I heard is an animalistic roar not far away. ____________________________________ Sixth Chapter!!!! How was it Word Count: 1039