Blind Skinned Beauty Podcast Novels & Stories

Kristen scoffed and sassily flung her hair backwards. "I'm one of the best here and everyone knows it. Besides, I'm the sexiest female here and I could be a nice distraction for the clients during the exchange". She said proudly. Most of the female mobsters scoffed loudly, and Daniel laughed. His expression suddenly turned serious and he walked over to Kristen, looking her dead in the eye. "The only thing you're the best at, is being a cum dump. Get all other ideas out of your thick empty skull". Daniel said, giving her one last hateful look before walking out.

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.

“It’s beautiful.” “She gave it to Ember the night before she died,” Kael said, voice low. “It’s not just decoration. It’s protection.” Isla looked up at him. “From what?” Kael didn’t answer. His eyes flicked to the hallway. The air had shifted again—barely. But enough. A scent like scorched metal. A pressure behind his ribs. They were close. The Hollow Clan didn’t announce themselves. They crept in like smoke. They waited for weakness.

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.

“You look beautiful.” And just like that, the blush returned full force, warming my cheeks all over again. I looked down quickly, pretending to study the menu even though my brain could no longer focus on food. “Smooth”, I said under my breath, still smiling. He raised his hands slightly. “Not trying to be. Just honest.” There was a pause again, this time comfortable. The waiter came by to pour water, and we placed our orders. I asked for something safe—pasta with roasted vegetables—while Damon ordered steak and wine like he came here often.

Could a ghost have killed her? "The medical examiner says she died two months ago, and she was skinned." It felt like a ton of bricks just hit me. I couldn't believe it. Skinned? Who could do something that horrific? "She's been missing for so long. Didn't anyone notice and report her missing?" Two months ago, I was still in school, and when I got home, everything seemed normal. Wait. Now that I thought about it, there were a few weird things that didn't add up.

Intruders. The leader, a man with a cruel twist to his lips and a shaved head etched with a menacing scar, shoved a security guard aside with a sneer. He reached into his pocket, and my breath hitched as the glint of a switchblade caught the light. He wasn't here for art appreciation. "Questa festa è finita," he growled, his voice gravelly and laced with menace. (This party is over.) "Run." I said and Mark saved himself, leaving me to stand. Coward.