Blinking Pov 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.

The scene that greeted me stole the breath from my lungs, freezing me in place with a shock that pierced to the core of my being. There, in the dim light of the cabin, Rose's lifeless form lay before me, her once-vibrant eyes now vacant and cold. The air seemed to shimmer with the weight of her absence, a haunting reminder of the fragility of life and the depths of despair that lurked within us all.

>POV: BLAKE Thе light rеvеаlѕ mе tо Nеоn fіrѕt. Thе bоunсеr аt her side ѕееѕ mе next. He widens his ѕtаnсе аnd turns tо Nеоn, waiting for fоr hеr dіrесtіоn.

POV: ACE My eyelids felt like they were coated in lead, scraping against my eyes as I forced them open. Everything was a blurry, out-of-focus mess of white light and shifting shadows. My skull was throbbing with a brutal, relentless rhythm, and my throat felt like I had been swallowing dry sand for a week. I blinked once, twice, trying to clear the haze out of my vision, and the very first thing I saw was Vine. The second my eyes cracked open, she just burst into tears.

ELVIS POV Present moment My eyes tore open to the half-light bleeding through the room. reflexively, I flinched, squeezing them shut again. It wasn’t even that bright, but my brain, overloaded, treated it like a floodlight. Slowly, I blinked through the static haze, once, twice. then, I forced them fully open. The ceiling warped above me, swaying like a mirage, as if it might collapse any second. A relentless, dull throb pulsed at the base of my skull and was out of sync with my racing heart. “My body didn’t feel quite right.”.

I was my sister now. He dragged the body to the kitchen. Water ran. A suitcase zipper opened. I kept my eyes on the wall. Counted cracks. Seven up. Three across. The water stopped. Footsteps came back. Then he turned off the lights. Darkness. My real eyes screamed for light, but the white lenses blocked everything. I breathed slow. In. Out. A phone flashlight clicked on. Beam straight into my eyes. I didn't blink. Ten seconds. Twenty. My eyes burned behind the plastic, but my face stayed empty. Bored. *Blind.*

He swung his hand impatiently and approached me. "What do you want?" I asked, and the man chuckled. "I knew you were pretending to be blind for money, but it's alright. All I care about is having a good time. Come to me, baby. I'll show you heaven…" I wasn't expecting him to see through my act that swiftly, but more surprisingly, this client was an infamous one in this line of work. He claimed no woman could escape his claws. My colleagues were all blind, and they couldn't fight back. The rooms' soundproofing system was, unfortunately, incredible, so screams couldn't be heard.

Paetyn’s POV For a split second, my brain convinces me I’m blind. Darkness surrounds me, engulfing me whole and holding me hostage. But the soft buzzing working its way into the depths of my mind tells me that I haven’t been completely dragged down to the depths of hell with no sight of return. Not yet, at least.

POV: LYRA I can't stop seeing them. I see them as they look each other, how Darius bows to her and I want to break something. I need to know. I need to know what's happening with them. How far they've… gone… reconciled. So, I fill up a basin with water and stare into it. The water is still at first. Just a dark mirror sitting on the table in my room. Curtains closed. Lights off. Only candles. I kneel in front of it and press my fingers into the edge and breathe slowly like I was taught.

Now, they were flat on their bellies on the cold tarmac. Penelope did not speak a single word. She just stared down at them. Her eyes were cold, distant, and completely empty of human mercy. She looked like an executioner waiting for the clock to strike. The weight of her presence came right through the screen. The entire square on the live feed was dead silent. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Then, Penelope raised her left hand. A sudden flash of silver light blinded the camera for a split second. A longbow, woven from bright moonlight, materialised in her grip.