Novel & Cerita Blinded By Science Foreigner

💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) By: Kamara . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍______ . . 😍Episode 40😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 I opened my eyes slowly, i was still feeling a little bit dizzy. I blinked my eyelids rapidly so they could get used to the environment. My head was throbbing probably from the hit Alan had given me, though my vision was still blurry, i managed to look around.

He muttered a low, rapid string of words under his breath in a completely foreign, melodic, yet cutting language: *"Un mucchio di idioti che rendono le cose più difficili del solito." ~ A bunch of idiots making everything harder than usual. A sudden, violent shiver shot straight down my spine, so intense it made the hairs on my arms stand up. My eyes instantly lit up, my lips parting in a small, genuine gasp. I had never heard him speak another language before. The syllables rolled off his tongue with a terrifyingly smooth, authoritative cadence, but what truly caught me off guard was the pitch. The foreign words seemed to drag his already deep voice into an even lower, raspy register, a pri

I stood in the doorway with my back to him. The honest answer was sitting right there. Simple and true and completely terrifying and I was not going to say it in this doorway at one in the morning three weeks into knowing he had a wife and one day before she came back. “Couldn’t sleep,” I said. A pause. “Neither could I,” he said. I left. Went back to my room. Lay in the dark. My phone buzzed one final time. Lena. One more thing. The procedure. If it works and he can see again, the first thing he’s going to look for is a reason to push you away. He won’t be able to help it. It’s what he does.

I’m the only person alive who has seen the documents, and no one else will ever see them because they’re now nothing but confetti under several tonnes of concrete. "That won’t work. You’ll just have more failures. I know how you can make male clones; I’ve seen the paperwork. I know the science.” I’m bluffing; I’ll never actually tell this man how to create a loaf of bread, let alone more clones. I’ve seen the science, but that doesn’t mean I understand it. “You’re lying.” Francis snarls, Gideon’s wolf gives a heavy sigh, and when I glance at him, I see his eyes are focused on the doors behind me. He will tell me if I need to prepare for anymore soldiers so I shoot my gaze back to Francis.

Just then, Melanie, who'd been eavesdropping outside, burst in and latched onto Matthew's arm. "Matt loves me, not you. You're just an outsider, so save yourself the humiliation and back off—" Before she could finish, Matthew shoved her back with a rough jerk. "Who said you could run your mouth in front of Aurelia?" Melanie, usually so loud and full of herself, actually looked scared for once under the cold fury on Matthew's face. "But we already—" "Shut up!" Then he turned to me. "Aurelia, don't listen to her. I never saw her as anything but a sister. I-I was just drunk that night. I thought she was you."

His shadow stretched under the light of the moon, marking him as foreign and commanding in the worst possible way. My violet eyes shone unblinking in the dim light, watching every calculated move he made. My wolf recoiled further, shrinking as though more realization would break us. The mask he bore glinted faintly under the fractured moonlight. His presence twisted what was familiar into something alien, brutal. Different.

Pausing briefly, he added, “No, you could replace me right now!” Before Alice could say anything, Eslite continued, almost breathless, “But do you know what’s even more infuriating? Those foreign scientists claim your talent is fake! They even dared to say I invented the hemostatic drug and credited you with it to build the image of a young, brilliant scientist for our country!” His fury boiled over. “Are they insane? If I had actually invented that drug, I’d have flaunted it ages ago! No matter how close we are, there’s no way I’d hand over such a groundbreaking discovery to you!”

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

Now that I have read between the lines of Richard's soul of his plans, I really want to hug Alfred and tell him how sorry I am once again. However, Alfred does not see my spirit but my body that is swallowed by the waves. He becomes sad and cries, while I want to calm him down and hold his hand. However, this scenario is not real. It is only a meeting of souls provided by Alfred's dream that does not come true, because for the first time Alfred has in his eyes the blindfold of matter that the white man's world contaminates us, and to me, someone strives to bring me to life. It is Mr. Rockefeller, and he does not act out of kindness, but for his interest disguised as kindness.

His main concern was being rejected because of his looks. Though Wynter had put in efforts to groom him well, it had been so long that he had even forgotten how he looked in the first place. Two people could be considered blind in this situation: one, Shadrach, who was literally blind, and two, Wynter, who was blinded by her love for him, so physical appearance didn’t matter to her. But her family wasn’t blinded by anything; they would definitely want the best for their daughter, and he was sure he looked like a mess at that moment.