Blind Skinned Beauty Podcast Novels & Stories

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.

The people passing by looked down at her, as she was wearing something ordinary and cheap for the high-class office. That morning, she only wore a long black hoodie covering her head and hair and a pair of blue jeans with white sneakers. Simple and ordinary, but strange for the people in that street. She would be one of them some time ago, with their beautiful clothes, but now she couldn't care less. Her long black hair hid part of her face, but the big shades hid the color of her eyes and half of the white and her pure as porcelain skin. The red color of her lips was the only brave enough to show off in front of that people.

Her palm touches Goddess Khione's and bright light fill the room, leaving Eve blinded for a moment before returning to reality for her final hours. … Swords clashing, people screaming, body slamming to the ground, Abram felt exhaustion runs through his body. His wolf was still able to hold on more intruders where some are now joined by demons, lone witches, orcs, ugly fat orcs with measles and murky green skin. Their head was bald, wearing nothing but a drape covering their genitals area and barefooted.