Blind Skinned Beauty Podcast Novels & Stories

asked Nickson noisily. "Don't you dare mention it right in front of me, Nickson?" Blakely glared fiercely. She could already guess what was hidden inside Nickson's filthy brain. "It's not my fault I admire your assets right?" “Pervert! Stop this absurd talk. Find another topic. Oh, I once broke the shell of a giant crab and chopped off its claws with just my hands. Even my friends were surprised that I could do that. Most of them think I'm a spoiled woman who just likes to spend hours at the salon taking care of my nails and hands."

A single text appeared: Meet me. One hour. Eastbridge Park. Come alone. Beauty Kendall frowned. “You’re not going.” “I have to.” “You know it’s a trap.” Jack smirked grimly. “I’m counting on it.” Eastbridge Park was deserted by the time Jack arrived. The winter air bit at his skin as he stepped off the path and into the shadows. Beauty emerged from the fog like she’d been born in it a long black coat, red lipstick, a smile that promised both danger and pleasure.

Matthew's First-Person POV Evelyn Carter said, "I lost a game back at the bar, so I just picked some random guy to do the dare with. I didn't expect him to be this easy to fool. I pretended to be blind and stayed with him for a whole year, and he actually believed it without question." Lewis Ross pressed on with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Don't you ever get bored having to keep this up for so long?" Evelyn fell silent for a moment.

At the same time, my lower body was being rubbed persistently by that warm, firm pressure. I was completely paralyzed and trembling uncontrollably. My rational mind was slipping away, and I even found myself desperately wishing Mr. Palmer would hurry up and give me the release I craved. "Is anyone here?" Just then, an unfamiliar voice sounded from the storefront outside. Mr. Palmer quickly stepped back, and I heard the rustle of him pulling his pants up. "Who is it?" Mr. Palmer asked, his tone carrying clear annoyance at being interrupted. I let out a silent breath of relief.

Nothing changed. He moaned feeling the hands roaming on his body, spreading his arms wide. He craned his neck aside for Bright to kiss and bite and he did take all the signals. He was grazing his teeth at the smooth skin. Behind the ear. Under the jaw. He looked up once more to see Win moaning and squirming under him.

Emily replied confidently, holding out her hand to Rayden, who then placed the earphones in Emily's hand. Then Emily chose a video with the highest number of views and the most sadistic content. The title piqued her curiosity, so Emily immediately watched the video. In the opening scene, a man wearing a mask and naked approached a beautiful woman with an impressive figure who was lying limply without clothes on a wooden floor.

I was raw, exposed, every broken piece of me laid bare. I kissed her again, more softly this time, trying to convey the unspoken emotions swirling within me. As my hands explored her body, every touch was an apology, a plea for redemption. Her skin was soft, warm—life-affirming. Each curve, each contour, a testament to the fragile beauty of existence. I felt the tension in her muscles, the subtle tremors of past trauma that she'd never fully escaped.

With a mere flick of his hand, a sliver of his internal force landed on her, but she remained oblivious. Believing that he was afraid of being caught breaking the law on live broadcast, the woman grew even more smug. Just then, another woman's cry came from beyond the crowd. "This is Blooming Group's headquarters. After I used the products from their Blooming Cream series, my face became like this! I need all of you to keep tuning in and be my witnesses!" Fwoosh! The crowd parted, revealing Starley holding a tripod, her hair disheveled and her skin peppered with red blisters. The shiny bubbles seemed as if they would break with the slightest touch, creating a rather repulsive sight.

"Alright, keep an eye on her until it's safe to kill her," Buccolini responded staring at Antonio with lucid eyes, "Yes sir," the voice replied while Buccolini hung up staring at Antonio's ghost face, "Beauty of life," Buccolini furrowed his brows, "What did you just say about life again? Rediscovery of...what again?" He let out bouts of laughter and frowned the next moment, "Antonio, because I let you see that woman which is mine, you suddenly think that you're discovering life. How about I kill her and see..."

*Phone beeps* He ended their call and bent down a little to level his face to my face. He looked at his men and gestured again. I know what it is- “AHHHHH!” I screamed and cried because of the pain that struck me again- “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH Please stop- AHHHHHHHHH-!” he then struck me again with that thing three more times. I’m crying so bad as that electric device touches my skin. I can’t stop myself from crying because of the pain. Please Elexier, come her and save me.