Book Blurred Lines Novels & Stories

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

"Hold on. Are you planning to—" "Shh!" Jakob cut in, hushing me with a gesture. "I've got it!" I was utterly speechless. My mind raced with concern. Wasn't that Bronn's domain? What if BM's security systems detected any tampering with the camera footage? However, just as easily as Jakob got the file, he soon expressed his frustration upon encountering an error. "Oh, darn it! The bodyguard's image on the camera is too blurry. He's also wearing a baseball cap, obstructing key facial features needed for a proper scan. I require a clearer image. Could you provide one so I can yield better results?"

Keyboard clicks. I lay back, staring at the ceiling tiles. White squares. Tiny perforations. Breathe in. Breathe out. “This may feel uncomfortable,” the doctor said calmly. Uncomfortable was manageable. Uncomfortable was not catastrophic. I focused on the sound of Ethan’s breathing somewhere near my shoulder. The machine hummed softly. Black and gray shapes flickered onto the screen. At first, it looked like static. An abstract pattern. Nothing recognizable. The doctor adjusted the wand slightly.

I walked over to the long line of glass mirrors hanging above the perimeter sinks, my hands trembling as I reached down to fix the hem of my twisted skirt and pull my oversized sweater back down over my hips. I looked up at my reflection, my breath catching instantly in my throat. I reached down, my shaking fingers pulling the waistband of my skirt slightly to the side. Right there, forming directly over my pale hip bone, was a dark, deep purple mark. It was shaped perfectly by the heavy print of Leo's fingers, a brutal, undeniable brand burning into my skin where nobody else in this school would ever see it.

I shivered and it was the first time, I wondered if I was going to go on with this arrangement. I looked at Princess Lyra, she was shaking as well, and her face looked displeased. I looked at her wrist and saw a faint line there. I gasped, it was the same line that had appeared on my wrist last night. I hated it because I knew what that meant. " Go ahead" he stretched out a knife and handed it to me. I took it and cut myself, the blood on my palm was visible and I had to hold my hands still so the blood drops into the sacred bowl.

Pages blurred together until I reached the debate team spread. I froze. The photo had been vandalized. Every face in the group shot—every single one—had been scratched out with black pen. The ink was aggressive, jagged, tearing through the glossy page until holes gaped where eyes and smiles should have been. All except mine. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I traced one of the scratched-out faces with my fingertip, my head throbbing violently now, pain spiking sharp and sudden. "What did you do to me?" I whispered.

Lorenzo found it cute. He brushed her curly hair back, yearning to see her face. She is impeccably gorgeous. Her plumb lips were slightly pouted, her neck had a few bruises from Lorenzo's lips. Her cheeks were flushed, probably from the heat in the room. Her nose scrunched, her eyes opened revealing her grey orbs. She blushed, bringing her hand up to wipe the drool from her mouth, already feeling Lorenzo's eyes on her. "Good Morning." Lorenzo whispered, his finger caressing her cheek.

The unbothered man just chuckled. "Princess, I will wait for that day" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Can you see me? (The love forbidden) Synopsis. If you are a fan of BL stories, then this book is definitely for you. A love story between two opposite worlds. The son of a Mafia Lord and a lone ghost. After his death, Earth becomes a lonely ghost. Until he meets a kid who can see him. Years later, they became best friends but... What would happen when Earth falls in love with his friend?.

Blade slowly released my wrists and instead of attacking him again, I remained rather immobile as his chest continued to fall and rise slowly. God his eyes were enchanting. A slightly boyish smile appeared on his lips and a couple of seconds later his face was moving closer to mine and without thinking I moved closer to his. Our faces were literally an inch apart and he didn't seem to notice my lips were still quivering, at least I hope he didn't. His lips were unnaturally pink which was not registering well with me. How was it possible he had lips prettier than mine? Blade's eyebrows and lashes were better than ninety per cent of all the girls I know. How is that even possible? Like where d

Her fingers trailing over the bumpy black lines on her neck “They will kill you.” Her mouth drops open as she stares at me. Her brown eyes become glassy as they fill with water. She desperately tries to blink them away. But one escapes and cascades down her cheek before she has a chance to wipe it away. “So we need to figure out how to stop that from happening!” I speak very matter of fact, but I had seen this before. Not with Lana, but in my own visions. Those blades are not to be messed with.