Cupid Blind Novels & Stories

Lisa laughed at her aunt's curiosity and told the short version. “Well, we met at a park, and Lilani started talking to him. For me, it was love at first sight, and after two weeks, he asked me to marry him, and well, six months later, here we are, still going strong.” “Oh, Lisa, your parents would have loved him. He seems like a gentleman. But what's with the dark glasses?” “Well, he was left blind after an accident, and a few weeks ago he went for surgery; it was a success, but he still needs to wear them for a few weeks,” Lisa explained. Just then, Alessandro walked into the kitchen, hand in hand with Lilani.

I admit. His fingers tighten around mine. "I'm sorry," he says. His voice is husky. "I just... need to feel you right now." I don't know what to say to that, so I don't say anything. I just hold his hand a little tighter as we reach the bottom of the stairs and turn towards the main kitchen. .... The host stands in front of us with his usual dramatic flair. "Welcome to the Blind Trust Challenge," he announces. "Today, one of you will be blindfolded while the other gives instructions. You may only use your voice... but touching is allowed for safety and guidance."

he added, “but I need to blindfold you. It’s part of the surprise.” I rolled my eyes and still let him. “Fine. Go ahead.” The blindfold covered my eyes. His hands held mine, guiding me carefully. Step by step. “Careful… there’s a step.” Finally, he stopped. The blindfold came off, and my mouth widened at the setup I beheld. My name arranged with some roses, lights, and this is a perfect picnic arrangement. I looked up at the sky and saw a hot air balloon floating with the words: “Will you be my girlfriend, Maya?”

I grabbed his beating heart and gently brought it out. He panted and began to cry after seeing his beating heart. “Why are you crying? Aren’t you pathetic? What was that you said before? There was no chance a blind man and a talking head could defeat you. Now look at how much trouble your words have put you through. Even if there were one thousand of you, they would all still be no match for me. In your next life, learn not to underestimate!” I yelled as I yanked out his heart from his body. I threw his heart and his lifeless body away.

I love him. The words have me tripping over my feet. I managed to regain my balance before I fall. Oh my God, I love him. He's everything I've ever wanted in a mate. Sweet, caring, and considerate. I want to spend my life with him. I'll just have to convince him that I'm the right woman for him. He doesn't believe anyone would want to be with him since he's blind but I don't care. I'll keep him and take care of him forever. With my mind made up I run the rest of the way, expecting to find him sitting on the porch but the lights are off. There's no one here. Is he running late? That's unlike him. Then again, no one is perfect.

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

I figured he might be calling to explain himself or apologize. A mocking smile tugged at my lips as I answered, but instead of an apology, Cedric's voice came through harshly. "Why didn't you tell me your right eye was blind? Now, Celine is blind too. Are you happy now? Is it fun to mess with blind people? Come here and give her your left cornea." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. If someone didn't know better, they might think Cedric was Celine's husband. All of this suddenly made sense.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

People were calling me a plagiarist and were attacking me on every social media platform I had. Additionally, the number one trending topic was #GenuisPaintressLeahRivers. It turned out Skyler had spent a fortune to make Leah's art show a trending topic. People were singing her praises in the comments and calling her an art prodigy. I tapped on the hashtag and looked at photos of Leah's art show. Due to my blurred vision, I stared at them for a long time until my left eye became sore. That was when I saw that most of her work, including the details and inspiration, were blatant copies of my work. Yet, everyone thought she was the victim.

The news papers were filled with report after reports of what had transpired this past sunday. Usually I wouldn't pay attentiom to the rubbish bring printed by the hungry press, except this headline was not to be ignored. Blind girl dismissed accused male of attempted murder and assault. The bastard forced Yuuki to pass judgement, I could only laugh at the outcome. No doubt Yuuki told him to set him free as a prank, but then the idiot had fired up the crowd to hate her. What if someone had stepped out and attempted to harm her, what then?