Blinding Pronunciation Novels & Stories

"Let's go downstairs and watch some TV." Bonnie frowned, "uhh, are you mocking me or something?" She asked Lorenzo mentally face palmed, "No-umm-I mean, I have a blindfold-" Bonnie giggled, "So you want to go downstairs and watch TV with me, a blind girl while wearing a blindfold?" Lorenzo cleared his throat, "Yes." He firmly said, raising his chin up. Bonnie only shrugged, "Alright." They went downstairs and sat on the huge leather couch. Lorenzo switched on the TV and handed the blindfold to Bonnie. "Care to help?" She smiled and took the blindfold from him. Bonnie put the blindfold over his eyes and he turned around making it easier for Bonnie to tie it.

I figured he might be calling to explain himself or apologize. A mocking smile tugged at my lips as I answered, but instead of an apology, Cedric's voice came through harshly. "Why didn't you tell me your right eye was blind? Now, Celine is blind too. Are you happy now? Is it fun to mess with blind people? Come here and give her your left cornea." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. If someone didn't know better, they might think Cedric was Celine's husband. All of this suddenly made sense.

I wiped my tears, controlled my breathing and hammering heartbeats, and yelled at him, "Yes, I can't see properly because I'm BLIND” .. .. Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️

I could feel his breath on my skin, warm and teasing, as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. “You don’t need to be nervous. I’m going to take care of you.” His words were like a balm, easing some of the tension in my chest. But before I could respond, he pulled away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the unfamiliar weight of the blindfold. The silence was broken by the soft hum of a motor, and my eyes widened beneath the blindfold. “What’s that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Just a little something to help you relax,” Brandon replied.

Suddenly, a deafening roar split the sky. Several armed police helicopters thundered overhead. Their blinding white searchlights enveloped the highway, lighting up the darkness like it was broad daylight.

he yelled louder that I couldn't help but shiver. "She's blind," someone let out in the crowd. I could feel my legs go weak. "Are you blind?" he asked, but I kept mute. "Don't let me repeat myself, are you blind?" he yelled in frustration. "Yes," I said with a teary and shaky voice. "A blind Mate," he yelled out for everyone to hear.

Past "What's that smile for?" "What smile?" LC narrows her eyes, assessing me. I wonder if she can see it. Does she know that I'm different from yesterday? Does she know I just lost my virginity to the most handsome boy in the world? He didn't rush me or make me feel weird. I didn't have to tell him what to do. Despite being blind, he knew everything. His hands knew where to go and his lips... Goddess. I lower my head so LC doesn't see the blush creeping up my cheeks. When you're a wolf with heightened senses, you hear things. It's easy to tune out everything you're not interested in but there are days I didn't. During those days, I would lie down and listen to the dirty talk between a coupl

Read aloud. "Y-7, Chen Ming. Remembers music. Y-6, Shen Fang. Sees space. Y-5, Lin Bo. Cried for a child named An'an. Y-4, Wu Xia. Taught grief to twelve-year-olds. Y-0, Margaret. The blind who see more." The copies were still. Listening. Or fighting. Or fragmenting. "And Jiang Lin," I said. "Twin. Sister. Human. Dying. But separate. But seen."

July knew very well what her family feared the most, that fear was their weak point. "That's why we made a simple event." Argus nodded silently, not daring to oppose her word at this point. "Oh, and about the invitation, you were talking about earlier. I will make a plan that there is no couple name or photo of us either on the invitation card or in the wedding room. Let people accept it as a new concept of modern style marriage. That's what I mean by blind wedding because the guests don't know the identity of my groom."

I stood in front of my mother, backing toward the bed step by step. Staring at the widening crack in the doorway, sweat covered my forehead as I felt completely helpless without any weapon. Then the door was violently forced open, with the bottom of the wardrobe making a terrible screeching sound like metal on train tracks. A pair of dirty boots stepped into the room. "Did you think blocking the door would save you? I don't have the patience for games." The man smiled crookedly, his disgusting gaze scanning the room. I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles.