Blind Side Book Sci Fi Novels & Stories

Like she hadn’t threatened me with her eyes five minutes ago. “God, if he finds out…” And then it hit me, what if he already had? “What if he’s playing them both?” That idea made me shiver, not with fear, but with something almost like admiration. Or maybe I was losing my mind. I lowered my voice and sighed. “If I survive this job, I swear I’m writing a memoir: Serving the Blind Billonaire.” A Few Moments Later For what seemed like an eternity, I stood outside that fucking door, pressing my ear to the dense wood, hoping to hear something. A murmur. A yell. A sigh. Something.

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.

V Old Nana said we are going in the next two hours, I was lying down on my and Liza's bed, and the thought of his Majesty being blind hasn't left my mind, since I eavesdropped on his discussion with the physician. How come his wolf is blind? Was he cursed by the moon goddess? Was that the reason why he always acts cruelly? I guess the moon goddess decided to favor me, I am gonna frustrate his life now that I know that his wolf is blind, he will regret taking me in as his personal slave. "Hey what are you thinking about?" Liza asked and I fake a frown. "What did you mean? Did I look like I am thinking about something?" I asked and she clear her throat....

"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.

The chamber felt hollow, stripped of warmth, shadows lingering like mourners at a grave. Elian reeled in the vision's clutches, horror coiling in his gut. The blindfold's purpose crystallized—the eyes, a gateway to this infernal legacy, veiling a gaze that could ensnare souls. And Kael's wolf... born of devil's spite, a monster wearing the skin of a beast.

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.