Book Blurred Lines Novels & Stories

The scene was chillingly clear: the rusty sedan under the crusher’s giant arm, the shadowy figure walking away. The figure stopped, turns and looked right into the camera lens… And his face was a blurred, digitized smear of grey static. Not hidden by shadow or angle. It was like the camera itself refused to see him. But the rest of him was clear…the black hoodie, the posture, and the slow, deliberate middle finger he raised was in perfect, mocking focus. “It’s a scrambler weave,” Soren said, his voice hollow with defeat. He zoomed in on the pixilated face.

To my dear readers, I want to begin by expressing my deepest gratitude to you, even though there may not be many of you. Your support, no matter how small, has meant everything to me. When I first set out to write "Blinded Dreams," my goal was to craft a unique storyline that would resonate with those who read it. It has taken me 1.5 years to finally complete this book, and I’m overwhelmed with joy to be able to say that it is now finished.

The faces of the people walking past us became blurred, their features smoothing out until they were nothing but blank, egg-shaped heads. "Rowan?" I whispered. My hand was inches from his, but I was afraid to close the gap. "Can you see it?" Rowan’s hazel eyes were wide with a terror I hadn't seen since the Crimson Wasteland. He reached out, his fingers passing right through the floating text. It rippled like water, then snapped back into place.

When I opened the curtains, the sunlight outside was blinding. I made simple coffee and toast, then sat at the little table by the window and ate slowly. My phone was quiet, and even the work group was peaceful. In the afternoon, I changed into workout clothes and prepared to go downstairs for a jog in the park. The moment I pushed open the glass door downstairs, someone blocked my path. It was Simon again. This time, he was alone. He was still wearing yesterday's shirt. It was badly wrinkled. There were heavy dark circles under his eyes, and stubble had grown along his jaw.

I whisper, forcing my eyes open wider. The trees blur again. The light shifts. Dark spots flicker at the edges of my vision, small at first, then spreading slightly. I inhale.

Haven't even had a sip of water. She was a notorious workaholic, always unavailable during meetings, except for me. This had to be a coincidence. Directing the staff to isolate Thomas simply de-escalated the scene. It was reasonable. Still, the mood for reading was utterly ruined. I gathered Simon and headed to the mall instead. My phone buzzed again with a message from my friend. Donald Diaz: [Bro, that idiot secretly photographed you two and tagged a fake account of Imogen!] The forwarded tweet showed our backs as we left the bookstore. The caption read: [Encountered a brat and his ill-mannered dad. Good thing my girlfriend has my back.]

Please. *Answer me.* The Scorchmark *cracked.* Not breaking. *Opening.* A seam appeared in the black glass. Widening. And from within— *Light.* Not silver. Not red. *Both.* Intertwined. Spiraling. *Beautiful.* The light surged upward. Coalesced. And when it faded— A blade remained. Hovering above the crack. Waiting. It was *magnificent.* The metal was dark—almost black—but traced with veins of silver and crimson that pulsed like a heartbeat.

Marcus replied dryly. Marcus lifted his chin, tilting his head back to expose his throat. There, highly visible on his jawline and running down the side of his neck, was a massive, pronounced bruise. It wasn't quite as dark as Ethan's purp-ish mark, but it was easily twice the size, incredibly angry, and impossible to miss. It looked like someone had practically clawed and bit at his neck in a state of sheer, sleep-deprived desperation.

he commanded. She paused, unsure, but as the music filtered in her open window, she closed her eyes and began to move. Tia felt his eyes on her as she rocked her body and swayed her hips to the beat. She opened her eyes, and they flashed violet. Talia was waiting. Luca stepped from the shadows and ran his hands over her body as he buried his face in her neck. His breathing was heavy as he nipped at her neck. She could feel his canines graze her skin, sending shivers of delight down her spine. Suddenly pain wracked her body, and screams of pain and horror penetrated her mind. Luca's body stiffened. She could tell he sensed it also.

Glaring at me. [So you'll throw your life? Just like that?] I opened the book and scan through the pages. At first, it was all blank. My drawings completely wiped out. I started seeing red. Rage surge inside me like blazing fire. But it stops... then recedes to oblivion when Kenneth's face appeared. I pursed my lips in relief. I ran my finger at his image. Black inky hair, electric blue eyes. My drawings doesn't have the lush of colors he always had.