Blind Skinned Beauty Podcast Novels & Stories

That day left me blinded for life, it left me scarred and it left me to the event that changed my whole life around. Two years had gone by since I was left blinded by that hunter's trap. My parents didn't care when I came home, bumping into things, with blood on my face. Over the course of two years, I had healed but my sight was lost forever, it was during this time that I began to rely on my hearing and soon I adapted to the black void that would always be with me. It was also during this time that I began to hear my parents whisper things about the upcoming winter, getting rid of their mistake, and finally hoping that they'd be set free of it. Somehow I knew they were talking about me but

Chapter 548 However, as soon as Skyler saw Jocelyn return, his eyes immediately lit up, and he smiled. As soon as Jocelyn sat down, Skyler chuckled and asked her in a low voice, "Why did the crew call you?" Jocelyn took a worried glance at Jim and Lexie before bowing her head and saying, "Tomorrow, the second season of Beauty Busters will be broadcast live as planned, but Rhode is blacklisted, and they have terminated Rhode's contract. They asked me if I wanted a new partner."

Kristen said, grabbing her hair. "Wait a sec, don't tell me it's Daniel, because he's the only one who could do that and go free" Nancy said. "Who else if not that bastard?" Kristen semi yelled angrily. "Ugh, that guy is crossing his boundaries" Abigail said tapping her feet on the ground. Paula could only look at the people she called friends. Such mentally sick people.

Same ache under her skin. She wasn't ugly, far from it. Nina had a quiet beauty of a smooth brown skin that glowed under the sunlight, large cheekbones which people complimented on, and a perfect set of brown eyes that always looked like they were sparkling but beauty hadn’t gotten her far, not with the kind of men who treated women like checkpoints on a game board.

The bald man asked, coughing. "It's not that I can see them. But my presence make them want to show themselves to me." Skye said, then in a matter of second, the bald man's head started smoking, her eyes bleeding from inside, and his stomach was getting larger, and soon, it blew up. His intestines splattering in all directions. "Skye..." I called her, as rage continued filling her eyes, she turned to me, and her expression was changed from anger to sadness. "I'm sorry you have to see that."

I closed my eyes. > “This podcast isn’t about revenge. It’s about resurrection. Because there are women like me — in offices, in bedrooms, in therapy sessions — still wondering if their story is valid. If their pain is real. If it’s too late.” I opened my eyes. Looked straight into the glass pane where Luca once stood. > “It’s not too late. You are not crazy. You are not dramatic. You are not unlovable. You were manipulated. And now? You get to take it all back.”

“How did YOU know?” “Sports channel’s on. They mentioned your name, and I listened to the story. It’s not great, O. I gotta go. Text me when you hear the story. And text Asher.” She hangs up without waiting for my confirmation that I’ve heard what she says. Is Skylar listening to the phone rules at the Tavern? Now I know something’s off. I go online and find Malachi’s podcast, uploaded only fifteen minutes ago. And I can see the title.

"Don't move." A laughter—soft at first, then growing louder—sounded through the forest. It was unnatural, uncanny, as if it came from all directions around us at once. Fear knotted in my chest. "Steven… what's going on?" My voice barely registered. "There… are there people behind me, aren't there?" There was a pause. Then the voices replied. "We are The Skin and Blister." The way they spoke in unison, their voices layered over each other, made my stomach turn.

Isla’s skin prickled with an unsettling awareness; something was watching. Kael’s wrist throbbed with an alarming intensity. The rune etched into his skin pulsated beneath the surface, its glow flaring like a molten ember—a warning, a signal of encroaching danger. Not just close. Closer. Isla rose slowly, her legs trembling as she steadied herself, her voice resonating with unexpected conviction. “Then let’s go.” Her gaze flicked to Kael. Determination etched into her features. “But if Priya’s coming, she deserves answers too. No more secrets.”

She even offered to help give my husband 'massages' at night. Their clothes were entangled on the ground as their undressed bodies moved under the covers. The atmosphere was steamy in bed. How were they not afraid? Well, it was only normal that they were not worried about anything because I was 'blind'. I opened my eyes in the dark. It felt so disgusting that I wanted to throw up, but I pinched myself to hold it back. They had no idea that I had just been joking when I claimed to be blind. They started to go about their filthy ways when they heard that I could not see.