Blind Spot Ch 1 Novels & Stories

Deep within these ruminations, Chiri’s thoughts were interrupted by an object darting just within her prereferral vision. Easily dismissed as a playful leaf tumbling in the breeze, she recognized the unnatural stealthy movements of a black specter. Distinguishing it from the darkness, she watched as it nimbly leapt into the cover of some nearby foliage. Alert towards its presence now, Chiri tracked its motions silently with her eyes. Looking on, she saw the shadowy figure scurry along a drainpipe, before finally seeking refuge in the nearest open window.

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

Luna blinked and turned her head toward the direction of his voice. Slowly, she placed her bare feet on the cold floor. A sharp chill pierced her soles, traveling upward, leaving a trail of goosebumps along her skin. The cold seemed to seep into her very bones, heightening her vulnerability.

The doctor asked me as I laid on my back on the bed. I nodded my head and searched for Jake hands, he wasn't far from me so I took his hands in mine in a form of support strength. "What do you see." The doctor asked me. He was standing on my left side. "I can only see darkness but sometimes light flashes through my eyes." I nervously replied. I started experiencing the flashes of light when I was eleven years but I kept it to my self today that I was asked. All this while my eyes where tightly closed.

Alex I blinked, trying to bring my vision into focus. Everywhere was so blurry, and I felt so weak, I could barely use any of my limbs. It was a struggle. The more I tried to open my eyes, the more it was hard for me to keep staying conscious. But I forced myself to push through with it, and I opened my eyes, slowly, but surely, nearly blinded by the bright white light that unraveled, right in front of my eyes, nearly blinding me.

The world around me seems to blur as the pain intensifies. Clutching my head, I blink and shake my head to clear my vision but dark spots begin to dance across my vision. The last thing which flashes before my eyes is a blurred image of someone before everything turns dark.

The override code. My neck muscles seize. I can't look away. I try to close my eyes, but the neural patches behind my ears send a sharp, stinging impulse that forces my eyelids to flutter open. "Look," Evelyn commands. The playback begins. 4x speed. Chapter 1: Me in my bedroom, fingers frantic, discovering the app. The look of shock on my face. Chapter 2: The kitchen counter. Coffee spilling. My head thrown back. Chapter 3: The shower. The steam. The phantom hands.

“To my mother’s vault.” The silence that followed was absolute. I could almost hear the recalculations happening in Rose’s mind. The shift from seeing me as a pathetic blind girl to a legitimate threat. “A vault?” she repeated, her voice strained. “Celeste’s vault? And you expect us to believe a… a clay model made by a blind girl will lead you to it?” “I don’t care what you believe,” I said, lifting my head and aiming my gaze in her direction. “The journal is real. The code is real. This,” I gestured to the clay map, “is the key. Your belief is not required.”

Clang! The railing shook violently. It was bending and on the verge of breaking. Just as disaster loomed, my engine finally roared to life. I slammed the gas pedal, and the car dashed forward, breaking free from the crushing pressure. Upon seeing this, Gabriel’s face twisted with panic. He stomped the brake repeatedly before finally managing to stop his car. However, as his wheels screeched to a halt, he ran over a shard of broken glass that flew up and embedded itself deep in my thigh. I gritted my teeth as pain shot through me.

He took a few steps backwards, swaying from side to side, as black spots formed in his vision and his legs felt the stabbing and numbing pain of pins and needles, the sensation of blood suddenly gushing back into those limbs disorientating and making focussing a hard task. Emmet forced himself to breathe as best as he could, squeezing his eyes as tightly as he could. one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty Taking one final, large gulp of air, Emmet let his eyes open again, and looked over at the counter again. He noticed that the little flap that