Blindsided Book Novels & Stories

What the fuck is wrong with me and being blind, I should have shot their brains out there and move out to take my wife! But then he said it, The name I was looking for to convince me that these rats were from Viktor's "Where is the White Book?" I stiffened, just a fraction. Enough for them to notice. My expression didn’t change. I leaned back against the cold steel chair, smirking. "What book? You think I’m the library?" There was a punch to the gut. My ribs groaned, but I laughed. Then came the voice that turned my blood to ice.

At some point, I removed my blindfold, and I continued reading one of his books on the table. They were immersive fictional books that had me wrapped almost immediately. I spent the better part of the two days engrossed in them. “Are you blindfolded?” Kael's voice came through as he stood at the door. I could see his shadow. “Give me a minute.” I stated, hurriedly pulling the blindfold over my face. “Come in.” The door opened , and before I could turn my head, Kael was standing before me. “So, I figured out who did it already.” Kael said with a calm tone.

"A-are you going to kill me?" "No, I don't kill people. I just torture them in a friendly way then take them to the hospital after. Don't worry, I also pay the hospital bills." The woman with a blindfold tried to distinguish the direction in which my voice and footsteps were coming from, but as soon as she turned to face me, I immediately slapped her with a hardbound book. In a snap, the impact made her face the opposite direction as the loud thud became a harmony to my ears, especially when I heard desperate coughs that even came with marvelous blood.

Ace asked and Phoebe placed her fingers under her chin like she was in a deep thought. "24" Phoebe chose some random numbers. "Give me a book," Ace said, and Phoebe gave it _ to him; immediately, it was right on Ace's hand; he caressed the book like he was trying to check whether it was a book Phoebe gave him. Ace placed it on the table in front of him. "I am blind, so my calculations might go past the lines, " Ace said and started solving the mathematics; though he was blind, his calculations in the book weren't as rough as she expected them to be.

"I didn't know gods still reside amongst men." "Nah, I'm no god. I'm just as normal as you are." Melinda smiled. "Nah, you can't fool me," I retorted. "I'm familiar with your game. At least, I ain't blind. Shit… I didn't mean to… I meant that even though I was blind, I would also feel the heavy invisibility aura you created."

Gripped by a bone-chilling fear, I instinctively cried out, "Skyler, please help me! My eye hurts!" I kept calling out to him but didn't receive a response. Within moments, I was surrounded by flames. I thought I would die then and there. Fortunately, firefighters arrived at the last moment and pulled me out of the fire. … My vision was still mostly dark when I opened my eyes again. The doctor regretfully told me the glass shard had severely damaged my right eye, so I was now blind in that eye. As for my left eye, I had already suffered substantial vision loss due to a childhood illness. Because of this, the sight in that eye was very limited.

The numbers. Only he remained. Him, the stranger. Him, whom she would never see. Him, whose face she would never know. Nor even his voice. But who, each time, carved a deeper, more indelible mark within her. When it was over, she lay there. Gasping. Naked. Trembling. Empty. Undone. Her stomach still knotted with residual spasms. Her sex pulsing with his absence. Her legs open. She remained lying down, the blindfold still over her eyes. She heard the sound of water running in the bathroom.

“Kill her, Ethan. End it. Marry me, and let’s stop playing games.” For the first time, something subtle shifted in his expression. Not shock. Not anger. But calculation. He exhaled slowly. “You are speaking emotionally,” he said quietly. “I am speaking realistically,” she shot back. “She cannot see. The doctor already confirmed it. She will never recover her sight. You don’t need her anymore. You need what she owns.” Ethan’s gaze lowered slightly. The mention of the medical diagnosis lingered in his mind. Permanent blindness. No recovery expected.

•This is a standalone book (Book 2 of Falling For the Blind Billionaire) The Billionaire Ex-Lover's Revenge By Edna Bruce (a.k.a Yourpsychodreams) Vincenzo Santoro: a poker face man who never listens or understands. He thinks and believes men fail because they listen to women. he believes women are always wrong with reasons like intimidation, fear, aggravation, and with a low point of view and ideas. He never hesitates for a minute before he leaves you startled by your word.

She looked quite helpless this way. “Oh—“ Melinda looked up, startled. “Please! Not interested in that section whatsoever.” She giggled pulling her newspaper apart. She even pointed at the empty seat in front of her urging Alessa to join. Well, this was going to be easier than she thought. Alessa kindly smiled and took the seat and the loose papers she handed her. “Hello, I am Alice Kelly.” She extended her hand now that it was free. “Melinda Iron.” Alessa softly gasped knowingly, trying not to sound too interested. “I think I read about you? My site, PHAT, wrote an article on you. We have a monthly women spotlight section and you were featured.”