Boondocks Blind Guy Novels & Stories

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

My heart seized. I stumbled back, but too late. His hand shot through the bars, clawed fingers grazing my arm. I screamed, shoving against him, but he was stronger, snarling as his yellow eyes locked on me. “Found you,” he growled. Before I could fight him off, the bond ignited like fire in my veins. Brock’s roar thundered across the courtyard, shaking the ground. In a blur, he was there — leaping, tearing the rogue from the wall mid-climb. Bones cracked, blood sprayed, and the rogue’s body hit the ground with a sickening thud.

SHANE’S POV My chest felt hollow as the guards dragged me away. I felt like a pawn in a messed-up game, always meant to be removed. I kept my head lowered, trying not to break as the crowd around us made way for the guards to lead me away. This was it, I thought. I was really going to die. “STOP!!!” Nina’s voice suddenly rang through the crowds. I looked up immediately to find her standing in front of the guards defiantly with Abigail on her arm.

Any one could guess he was a blind man, just taking a morning stroll. Spencer paid little attention to the blind man and was about to jog past the latter. "Are you Mr Oliz?" The Blind man asked with a well pronounced British accent. Spencer stopped on his tracks and slowly turned towards the man. He eyed the man suspiciously. "You are?" Spencer answered the question by asking another question. "I was instructed to give you this" The blind man replied, shoving a piece of Paper into Spencer's hoodie pocket. And he walked away, taping the stick o the asphalt road, making a distinct sound.

Wrapping my long fingers around my glass tumbler, I take a long look at him. Dark shadows cover his hooded stare, his hair is distraught, and the light stubble on his face that he usually prefers is covered with more of his sandy brown hair than I have ever seen him with. If I didn't know him, I would have assumed he was a homeless man. His clothes - the jeans, white tee, and black sneakers - seem to be the only thing distinguishing the difference between Drew, my best friend, and this guy who stands before me. The guy, who, if you made eye contact with, you can almost look right through him. He looks soulless, dead inside.

Cynthia encouraged once more, encovering Linda's frame with her arms. Bode strained, squatting with trepidation; he could still hear the clattering and loud thud of footsteps with vulgar language proudly uttered by harsh voices. He could rise angrily and call them - cruel, useless or good for nothing motherfuckers but he wouldn't dare! Lagos robbers were like equipped giant difficult to contend with and he knew this. He had been told they were armed with rifles, cutlasses and sharp - edged bottles. Bode prayed, sighing and breathing heavily with eyelids closed as he felt urine trickle down his knees. He shifted, cursing as Mama Fatty crouched with her hips raised up and headgear encovering h

The taste of bood makes my blood boil. Gunner and I were caught off guard and find ourselves at the end of fists and steel-toe boots. When I finally get my bearings together, I manage to catch one foot that’s about to land on my chest and break the guy’s ankle. Two men flock on me while the other two are still stomping on Gunner. The moonshine really did a number on us. Gunner and I are skilled fighters but I’m finding it hard to throw steady punches. I use my pent-up frustration from not being able to punch Andrei in the face freely and hit the rogue closest to me on the face. I give him a warning look that says he will regret retaliating. He runs outside the cottage, leaving his three frie

he replied pulling down his pants, he ripped opened a condom and expertly placed it on his already hard cock, he looked up and smile when he saw how her eyes widen seeing the size of him, letting her dress down she threw it on the floor, next to go was her bra and her nipples were painfully hard calling out to him to suck. "Beautiful" the sexy stranger said with a raspy voice, his eyes took in every each of her body causing Serena to blush, slowly the sexy stranger took one of her breast in his mouth, he licked and sucked drawing her closer to the edge of the counter as he entered her already wet opening, he showed no mercy as he pounded his cock inside her pussy, they were both grateful tha

If I pulled down my pants to prove it, she might just twist things around on me. "Oh my god, what is that? It's covered in blood!" A scream came from behind me. I looked down. The pad had slipped down my pants and fallen to the floor. I was a grown man. I had never used one before and did not know how to put it on properly. I felt like it wasn’t secure while I was in the car, but I never thought it would actually fall off. Now there was no way I could clear my name. Sure enough, Dr. Stevens looked smug. "I've never seen a man use a pad. That's quite a lot of bleeding. Looks like you're dead set on not keeping this baby."

I won't let them. "Ahh you're a fiesty one! I love a wild one. Come on, throw them hips up some more. Soon you will be screaming for me to stop! Say it! Tell me to stop, and I will." Blind Guy exclaims as I hear heavy footsteps breaking branches and crunching across the forest floor approach us.