Blind Play Manhua Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

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.

Her car honked away, then the men smiled at me and advanced closer. The bald man picked up the blindfold again. Before I could beg, he wrapped his hands around my eyes. I screamed for help but nobody came to my aid. I was left alone to suffer in my pain. Hopeless and unaware of what Bambi was going to do next.

yelled the man I presume is Jace. Blind Guy caresses my body with his one eye as he starts from my chest and works his way down to my legs where his gaze stops and fixates on the junction of my thighs. I begin to tremble in fear as his words start to make sense in my head. NO! I need to get out of here. Without shoes I won't be as fast, but if I can just get some leverage I may be able to outrun them and find a place to hide. My fingers clench in the dirt as an idea strikes me. Without time to think this through, I squeeze the dirt in my hand and turn and throw the dirt into Blind Guy's face.

You would have heard of the man first before seeing him; the way his cane scraped on the floor when he was coming brought more fear than the noise of the cane itself. One word was perfect to describe him: he is ruthless. A man you don’t mess with, or else he would end you even before you know it. It was a known fact, and no one explored it except some people with death wishes. “All hail Alpha King Lucius.” The palace bard man called out, and everyone sitting rose in honour of the blind man who managed to bring an entire realm under his control without his eyes. The cane wound was getting louder, and the men in the room were getting more scared.

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.

the man revealed as he reached for his blade and stabbed it toward the old man. Although the blind man could not see, he could still perceive everything around him. He instantly dodged the man’s slash and took a step back. “People from the Southern Crypt Capital? You have been pursuing us for ten years, yet you still won’t let us go.” “Hehe… If you hand over the preion, we will naturally not pester you anymore.” “Come and get it if you can.” The blind man scrambled to his side and grabbed the flagpole. He flung off the flag, and the flagpole transformed into a vajra lance.

Seong outside. ~ At Dr. Pung's office. Jung-Ho and Mrs. Gwan are having a conversation with Dr. Pung. "It's been a while Mrs. Gwan." He smiles when he is done with the call. "Yeah right." She smiles back. "How is Sook-Ja now?" Jung-Ho asks impatiently. "She is awake." Dr. Pung says. "Really?" Jung-Ho asks excitedly while grabbing the doctor's attention. "But, there is a problem." Dr. Pung says and sighs. Jung-Ho and Mrs. Gwan sit in silence waiting for the doctor to continue. "She lost her vision to see." He explains and glances at Jung-Ho and Mrs. Gwan who are both shocked.