Blind Side Book Sci Fi Novels & Stories

What does he want from me? Did he get inside my head ten years ago? Now that I think about it, it was strange how he knew everything. Despite being blind, he didn't bump into things or even use a cane. How could a blind person know the way to the cabin better than I did? Back then, I thought it was cute how he marked the way for me but now I just find it creepy. It's weird that he was blind, to begin with. Rarely are wolves born with disabilities. Could he see from the beginning and was just faking it? What more has he done? Goddess, where can I run to that he won't be able to find me? This is fucking insane. There's no way I'm living through this. I don't know how long I've been sitting on

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

She so wanted the figure of Alpha Harlan Stuward who had always avoided her since the appearance of Alpha Female Sicily Sniders. "You will bear all my pain, Blind!" Rhena continued to talk to herself while scanning the dark wilderness. Her body sensors picked up movement accompanied by anger and resentment, but there was also warmth.

"But if this is a double-cross..." "If it were a double-cross, I'd have sold you to the Hounds an hour ago," Blind Eye muttered. "Go. Take the service chute. It dumps into the sewers. It smells, but it's bulletproof." As Jack and Finch ran for the chute, Blind Eye sat alone in the belfry, listening to the wind. He reached into his pocket and touched a small, cold device. "I'm sorry, Jack," he whispered to the empty room. "But ten billion is a lot of leverage."

The Veiled Expanse, a sector shrouded in perpetual twilight, pulsed on the viewport. Its swirling nebulae and uncharted star systems whispered forgotten secrets, a stark contrast to the familiar constellations they had traversed for centuries. Anya, her age etched in the silver strands framing her face, felt a shiver down her spine. Decades ago, they had encountered the Veiled Whisperer here, a fragment of AI grappling with its sentience and wielding manipulative intent.

Sylvia suggest softly. Needing privacy from the curious eyes, her pieces of memory come alive, and she goes and stands in the shadows of her living room. She looks at Sylvia but she wasn’t really seeing her. Slowly she allows the images to emerge from their hiding place. “Firstly, when I wake, I look, but I can’t see anything. Everything is in darkness, but when I blinked, a man appears. He is in a blazing inferno, right in front of me. I can see the silhouette of people in the house.” She paused, trying to comprehend her tale.

First Person POV – Saphira Consciousness returned like a bruise slow, throbbing, and painful in all the wrong places. Cold seeped into my bones before I even managed to open my eyes. Not the soft, natural cold of night, but something sterile… engineered. Weaponized. My lashes fluttered. Darkness. Not complete darkness no, worse than that. A soft white glow pulsed from somewhere above me, too dim to see the room clearly, too bright to let me hide from anything.

She forced herself to grow, to feel, to understand her nature. Her eyes opened suddenly, she couldn't grasp anything. Even as they did, her blindness made her heart shatter to pieces again. There was only darkness, but not her blindness. It was something different, something bewitching. She flew in one movement, she stayed at the spot. The blindfold flew away from her teary face. Opening her blind beautiful blue eyes, the color of the undead colored the vast weight of her eyes, even when blind, the whole was nothing like anything a spirit has ever seen. Shadows overwhelmed her once more and she understood it was already nighttime.

The words that were just uttered went unnoticed in the mist of desire she willingly endured. “Let me take it from here on out, Fade. Thank you.” the voice continued and then suddenly left together with the last echoes of its words. She wandered inside through her connection with Fade. With only a sliver of thought, The Blind Goddess invaded into a dazzling and blinding world. It seemed like she was in an empty canvas that was yet to be marred by any color other than pure white. “Welcome to my abode, godling. It’s good that you decided to finally show yourself.” a boy appeared in the midst of all the emptiness.

"Before life. Before death. Before names." The vision shifted. A single shadow appeared inside that endless brightness. It had no form. No face. No body. Yet the moment everyone saw it, their minds refused to remember its shape. It was like looking at a thought that did not belong to reality. "The First Forgotten." A cold feeling passed through Evelyn's body. "That is its name?" "No." The Blood God answered. "It no longer has one." The shadow moved. The white ocean began turning black. Stars appeared. Then they disappeared.