Blind Yet Painful Love Novels & Stories

My elbow hits the vase mistakenly as it falls on the ground. Stupid girl! "Ohh so you are there, " He heard it, feeling the shiver running down my spine, I hope it hasn't happened, I haven't met him. I felt a stronghold on my right hand, He towers over me, "L-Leave me alone, " I stuttered, trying not to look up into his dark brown eyes which scares me. He chuckles darkly, leaning towards me, he said. "Not today, my love, " I shut my eyes tightly 'this is just a nightmare, it will end' I thought.

Instead of leaving, he sat cross-legged across from her. She raised her blurred gaze to him, looking at him with cloudy, red eyes, and she let out a dry, stammering gasp at him: "I feel pain here, as if something was gripping my heart and squeezing it violently and mercilessly. » Zakaria's features frowned, remembering a similar pain that he visits from time to time, a true pain that can only be described as ruthless. "It is love, my little girl. This innocent heart of yours adores a lost and wandering soul, wrestling its path in the midst of darkness. »

It was the next day. John's POV It was the next day as I prepared to go to school, the thoughts of last light kept popping into my mind. So like seriously lyod and glory are a couple now. Who would have thought someone like my brother would fall for his house help. Now I know truly that "LOVE IS BLiND" Love is really blind, love doesn't care about your status or who you are. Love is just interested in bringing you together and making you guys a perfect match. I think I will have to tell this wonderful love story some day.

he laughed bitterly. “ I'm a fool. A fool in love...... I thought only weapons and guns causes pain to humans....but look at me now....I realised my mistake....it's not just guns and weapons....it's LOVE. “Loving someone unconditionally and not being loved by that person is the greatest pain.....That pain is like of a death. A slow death..... It makes us drink poison. Even after knowing it's a slow poison, i gladly took it. Just like the poison spreading in veins, burning the life little by little....and finally it stops....no more pain, no more hurt....it's very silent....like that silence in graveyard....” he removed his hand from his chest. His eyes still watery, his sad chuckle resonated

She spat, "That has nothing to do with you. At least I'm a willing party even if he lies to me." She quietly looked at him as the soft light radiated on his exquisite face, bringing out the depth of his eyes. She showed no signs of backing down or raising her voice in a heated argument; she spoke calmly, "I love him, so I don't care about everything else. You're right—love makes people blind. I don't need you to show me who he really is. Even if he's useless, weak, or doesn't care about me, I still love him all the same."

It was those eyes that made Clara so crazy that she couldn’t speak. “What did you try? Are you trying to find out if I’m blind or not?” He asked, then did not wait for her answer, he answered it himself. “My eyes are not so good. You don’t have to try anything. But I also have to tell you one thing, although my eyes can no longer see, my ears are very good. Your every move makes such a loud noise that it hurts my ears to hear it. Now even your breathing is like the sound of a car engine, so please stay away from me.”

She'd rather be back in California in her small room, laying in bed and daydreaming about how her life would've been if she haven't had this stupid disease that left her in darkness forever. Bonnie missed her mother, hell she even misses her bastard of a father that left when she was three. She missed her dog, Egg. Oh I hope he's okay. She also missed her annoying best friend Becca. Her heart clenched as tears begin to run down her face. She sniffed taking a deep breath and wiped the tears but it was no use because more came running down. She gave up and let them fall. How was she going to escape this place if she was blind?

"And I say this—love has the power to transform even the darkest hearts." His words ignited a spark of hope within the gathering. One by one, individuals from both sides stepped forward, sharing their own stories of loss, pain, and longing for a better future. The room began to fill with whispers of reconciliation, like fragile seeds taking root in barren soil. Fleur's heart swelled with pride and gratitude. The path they had chosen was not in vain. The courage of their love had sparked a revolution, igniting a desire for change within the hearts of those who had been scarred by conflict.

They say that love is blind; I say it is bullshit. Love is all-seeing and accepting. Love is seeing all the flaws and blemishes of your partner and accepting them. Love is accepting their bad habits and working around them. Love is recognizing the fear and insecurities you might have. Love is fragile and will shatter when it is not perfect. Love is strong and should strengthen each day. What is blind is when you tell someone you love them and not meaning it.

His front legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, his breathing growing heavy and labored. I rushed forward instinctively, catching him just before he hit the ground. "Damine!" He leaned against me, his heavy head resting on my shoulder. He struggled to lift his head, his amber eyes searching my face. A storm of emotions churned in them—pain, regret, and... love. "Sylvia..." his voice was barely a whisper. "I'm sorry... for all my blindness... I love you... I always..." He couldn't finish the sentence. The venom and the blood loss finally overwhelmed him.