Boondocks Blind Guy Novels & Stories

The guy is small for a human, but not small enough to be knocked on his ass by those watered down cocktails. As I continue to watch, Blondie sways again. Douche Two slings an arm over his shoulder and pulls Blondie forward until his curls are practically buried in the guy’s armpit. Ugh. Douche One taps Blondie’s cheek, saying something I can’t hear even with shifter hearing. When Blondie does nothing but mumble and burrow his face closer, Douche Two smirks and his buddies mimic the expression. Douche One tilts his head toward the back door. His buddies nod.

“The blind one? I’m all for looking out for you bro but asking me to fuck her is too much even for me. Yeah, I know this is your only shot at getting Lucy Petrakis in your sheets but isn’t there another way? Fine I’ll do it you owe me Eddie” “Shit, she just left with some dude. I might not have gotten a kiss from her and she might be blind but fuck me she’s hot, so fucking hot. She gave me her address bro; I’m thinking I’ll shoot my shots get her into my bed before the end of the week. You think her pussy will be tight? I know it’ll be; no one would bang a blind woman that’s for sure. I guess I’ll be the first one to do so. Hey I saw you moving to the VIP lounge with Lucy, damn save some for

Most of my brothers, the Bone Hills Howlers, were still out in the hills having a good time, their howls echoing through the darkness. "If you wanna start sh*t, you can get off my property!" I heard a female voice say from across the road. Bonnie Black stood in the doorway of her bar staring down two douchey-looking college guys. Curvaceous and covered in tattoos, she was as gorgeous and imposing as ever. She caught my eye for a sec before I looked away. The bar was Blood Dogs territory, and their problems were none of my business. The two college dudes mumbled an apology, and she let 'em back in.

When his appearance was slowly fading in the dark, a loud sound was suddenly heard in the darknest part of the room that made the two see where the sound coming from. "Blag!" They silently stood while waiting for the one who came. And after a moment of pause, a image of a man appeared in the dark. He was wearing an all-black outfit while sitting on the open window. His image was seen as the curtain flattered every time the wind blew together with the skirt of his cloak. His right knee was bended on the top of the window while his right hand was on it's top. And his shadow created a horrible image in the floor.

“This is your first assignment and you guys failed me despite the huge amount of money I gave you.`` Nancy grimaced at the bulky four young men standing in front of her with guns in their hands, and hidden knives around their waist. “Forgive me, ma'am. I didn't lose the target. It's just that a certain young man spotted me when I was about to shoot, and he saved her from the bullets, causing him to be the victim. There was no way I could aim at her the second time because her guards were already aware of the gunshot. I was left with no choice but to escape for my life.” one of the young, bulky men explained with an apologetic expression. Now, Nancy, the lady who was crushing on Derrick, foun

He looked at me with an expression I could not quite read—something between satisfaction and conflict. "Are you serious?" he had asked. The pain had been unbearable, but I had nodded, tears streaming down my face. I had known him since we were kids. I had found him under a bridge, homeless and alone, and begged my parents to take him in. From that day on, he had become my brother in name, though we were not related by blood. When my dad passed away, my uncle took Reina in, leaving me and my mom to fend for ourselves.

He pressed his cock, hot and heavy, against my inner thigh. “You’re going to feel what real pain-pleasure is, Blondie. I’m going to tear that virgin cunt open with my cock—not a fucking gun.” Then, he starts unlocking my hands from the cuffs.

"Your piddler's shaping up into a proper beast out there, Nora. Looks like we're heading for a blindie." He pulls off his balaclava, revealing his short brown hair, flecked with grey, which is now flattened at the crown. He gives it a quick ruffle, taming some of the unruly tufts. I stiffen at the word. Blindie. A zero-visibility whiteout so volatile, it would render leaving the outpost an impossibility for hours, if not days. Outposts saw a handful each year, but I hadn't expected to run straight into one on my first expedition.

Not the soft kind that whispers against rooftops—this was the kind that slammed the pavement like bullets, fat and cold, like the sky was mourning the bodies it hadn’t dropped yet. I stepped out of the car the second we hit the gravel at Dock Nine. My boots sank into the mud, steam curling from the heat of the explosion still licking the air. Sirens wailed in the distance—late, as always. South Port’s law enforcement didn’t show unless they were paid to. And I sure as hell didn’t pay them. Andrew moved beside me, quick and sharp like a shadow that breathed. He was already barking orders into his comm, eyes scanning every crate, every broken lamplight, every trembling silhouette trying to pre

The big guy abruptly turned his head to me. He must have remembered I was blind. He came up to me and his large, warm hand slid to the middle of my back, casual to anyone watching, but it might as well have been a shackle. I didn’t hate it that much, and that made me feel sick. He leaned in, just enough for only me to hear. “Play the part,” he murmured. “Trust me—it’ll be better that way.” Trust him. No kidding. That’s the trouble with men like the big guy. They don’t shoot you in the back. They hand you the gun and let you do it yourself.