Erik Rodriguez Love Is Blind Mexico Novels & Stories

Her mother asked, slapping her thigh lightly. “You need to get rid of whatever feeling you have for Killian. He isn't the rich billionaire he was,” she said and Erika pouted. She knew all about that, and she was certain that she wouldn't want to be married to a blind crippled. Killian being blind was one thing, and his being both blind and crippled was another. Ruelle turned back to the priest asking him to continue. They had already wasted a few minutes because of Erika. She was tired and just wanted to go home to rest.

Raven gestured to his legs, still covered by the blanket. Gia wanted to throw something at Raven’s face to wipe off his smug, condescending smile. "How could someone blind and paralyzed still be so confident?" she thought. “I still need my privacy, Mr. Lindgren. I can’t possibly—” “What privacy can’t you have here? I’m blind, Gia. I wouldn’t see or enjoy it even if you danced a naked tango in front of me.” Gia blushed furiously. There was no need to bring up the topic of naked tango to highlight his blindness. And just like last night, Gia found herself unable to counter Raven’s absurd demands. His skill in arguing far exceeded hers, possibly one reason he was such a successful

“He was the one who sang. He imitated his brother. I only found out the truth the day Red and I became a couple. We even cried that day. He thought I was in love with Blue, not him. I cried because he was crying because of me. I explained to him that it was during that night at the pageant, in Blue’s guise, that I started liking him. But I loved him for who he really was—every day I followed him around the campus, learning who he truly was. That man was him. Red, not Blue.” Katleya smiled warmly. “Blue was the reason why I fell in love with Redrigo.” She looked at Blue. “Thank you, best friend.” The crowd smiled at her heartfelt words, except for Belinda, whose glare toward Blue was filled w

- Nadir explained to him, but staring at the ground, unable to meet his eyes. - You can't go back there... I love you and want to be with you.- Miguel walked closer to her and hugged to him. Suddenly he realized had no interest in who Nadir really was and whether it was all true, but knew one thing, that he didn't want to lose her.

Felix didn't know what to say, his heart was already bleeding and right now, he has no one to cry out than to hold the pain to himself without letting her know how he feels. "Are you sure that you love Eric and he also loves you too?" Felix managed to ask, his voice so husky but he tried so hard to hide it away from her. Gen nodded, "Yes Felix, I really love Eric and he does love me back,I am so certain about that. Do you know that he connected me to the manager of the most successful model agency here in California. Eric wants nothing else but for me to achieve my dreams which is nothing but pure love Felix" she held his hands and looked into his eyes, "All i want is for you to accept us wi

law “A dark thought clouded Ernesto’s mind at that very moment.” He was torn about what to do—whether he should make the documents original or fake, all because of his deep love for Elijah. “I’m so confused!” “I think I’ve really fallen in love with Elijah!” Ernesto thought to himself while driving toward Divisoria in Manila. Ernesto knew that many people made fake documents there, especially with the help of Karen. Manila was quite far from Ferman’s Velegas, and it would take hours or even a full day before he could reach Divisoria. Deep in thought, he didn’t notice that Karen had already fallen asleep during the ride.

While some came to mock the locals and their beliefs, others were genuinely interested in the beautiful music and dancing that accompanied the celebration. Eric Damian, a young American scholar, was among the tourists who had come to experience the festival for the first time. He was accompanied by his friends, Briana Love and Christopher John, who were also eager to immerse themselves in the festivities. The three friends joined the locals in dancing and singing, enjoying the company of beautiful Mexican ladies who seemed to be taken by their American charm. Eric was particularly taken with one local girl who caught his eye, and his friends were content to drink and flirt with the girls aro

After opening it and reading the contents, his face instantly turned deathly pale. I wrote, "Sebastian, I already know the truth about what happened back then. I know that Carl had deliberately switched the eye drops, and how you pushed me to take the blame for Jolene. "You once swore to my late mother that you would love only me for the rest of your life. Now, you've slept with Jolene and driven me out of our home. From now on, let us each live our own lives peacefully. "I have already left. Don't look for me anymore."

erica's hand while he is driving their way home. "Are you okay?"he asked worriedly. "Yes i am"erica answered. "I know you are not okay"he said. "okay fine,i see that you are jealous while seeing them happy,can you please tell me the truth?Do you still love Andrea?"Erica asked emotionally. "What are you talking about? you that you are the one i love and I don't love andrea anymore"he said emotionally. "Do you want me to believe in you?"erica said emphatically. "Yes of course, why don't you believe in me?"he said seriously. "Let's stop this issue,I don't want to argue with you"he said. Erica took a deep breath and tried to hide her pain but she can't help yourself but cry.Oliver hold her hand

Luckily, Michael reminded her, or else she might end up talking nonsense again. Although Edward James did not see Clara, the woman sitting with him saw her. The woman looked straight at Clara when she was still looking at him. It startled Clara. On the contrary, her body began to heat up and her mood was uneasy as if she had just been caught by the woman doing her bad deeds. “I thought you said you’d heard of Edward James, so you should know.” Clara wanted to forget what had just happened, so she talked to Michael. “Know what?” “Edward James is a blind man. He’s blind so he can’t see me.”