Blindfold Tattoos Reviews Novels & Stories

When my biological parents bring me home, Edward Sullivan, the son they had raised in my place, strongly opposes holding a welcome-home party for me. Left with no choice, my parents have me draw lots in the form of blind boxes just to be fair. However, I draw negative responses all three times, so they postpone the ceremony by a week. Five days later, my girlfriend, Zoe Ludwig, drops by to discuss our engagement. Edward fell in love with her at first sight and immediately demanded that she marry him instead. Marriage is no trivial matter. My parents surely won't indulge him. To my surprise, they once again have me draw a blind box to keep things fair. I nervously selected a box. Once

It was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but notice the fact that she had yet to look into his eyes! "I apologize, she is blind" Antonio spoke up as he took a step in front of his daughter in a protective stance. The prince simply nodded and tried to keep his mind off of the woman that intrigued him so much. He didn't miss the fact that his wolf was going crazy. She was his mate but she was also a Vampire. A Blind vampire. It was as if something in him switched off. The moon Goddess had given him a defective mate.

Past I'm an almost eighteen-year-old virgin and Walter thinks it's time I get some experience under my belt since I'm about to shift. His argument was that it would be embarrassing if I met my mate and didn't know what to do with her. Being blind doesn't mean I'm inexperienced in other areas. But he's my older brother and I know he only wants to help. Out of everyone, only Walter and Dad don't treat me like a disabled person. They don't feel sorry for me or whisper behind my back the way others do. I think the rest of the pack doesn't understand that my other senses work just fine. Maybe a bit too fine if you asked me. Especially my hearing. I could be sitting in the pack house but hear a co

Tabitha said. “We also wanted to ask you if you were willing to have a protection and blocking spell tattooed on your body.” another witch asked. “It will only block dark magic.” I nodded, I always wanted a tattoo anyway. I would do anything that could help me right now. They started with the tattoo, one of the witches used an old tattoo method of hammering the tattoo into my skin which was painful, but not too bad. It would heal. They were too little runes tattooed on the top of my back, near my neck.

Cedric unexpectedly chased after me and helped rebandage the wound on my arm. "Nicole, your eyes are fine, right? Can you stop being so upset now?" he said gently. "As long as your eyes are still okay, it's not a big deal, right? The doctor said it wouldn't have much of an impact. I just can't bear to see you become blind. Celine had constantly told me how painful a blind person's world was, and I was really starting to lose patience with it."

My ceremony with Alex was scheduled for the next full moon, exactly when men and women with mates should focus solely on their bonds. The pack emissary carefully delivered the ceremonial clasp commissioned by Alex—a rare silver-infused obsidian piece, the only one of its kind, its dark surface capturing light in hypnotic patterns. Daya noticed the clasp in my hand, and unmistakable greed flashed in her eyes. "Jenna, I find that ceremonial clasp quite striking. Might I try it on?" The pack emissary beside me apologetically shook her head. "Forgive me, this piece was crafted by Alpha Alex's command for his Luna alone. Please examine our other offerings."

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

By day, Sienna was a composed, intelligent assistant to one of the most high profile attorneys in the city. By night, specifically, Friday nights, she gave up control. She descended into a world where her name didn’t matter. Where no one knew her. Where she couldn’t see only feel. The Blindfold Club was invitation only. Hidden behind a velvet curtained elevator in an unmarked building. Once inside, members turned in their phones, their names, and their secrets. Everyone wore black. Everyone wore masks. Those selected for the blindfold experience surrendered everything.

I knew it wasn't going to be gentle. I could feel a soft fabric placed over my eyes. “Relax,” he breathed. He turned on the light, but I couldn't see his face clearly because of the blindfold. He took my hands, guiding me to my feet. Slowly he took off my clothes. His hands traced my spine tattoo as though he was studying it. His hands moved to my silver ring piercings on my nipple rubbing on it slowly. I drew in a sharp breath, my chest rising to his touch.