Faking Being Blind Novels & Stories

"I didn't know gods still reside amongst men." "Nah, I'm no god. I'm just as normal as you are." Melinda smiled. "Nah, you can't fool me," I retorted. "I'm familiar with your game. At least, I ain't blind. Shit… I didn't mean to… I meant that even though I was blind, I would also feel the heavy invisibility aura you created."

The concept of rules and community is so strange to them, and I would not let them ruin everything I have spent my entire life building. “We are ready to leave your Highness,” my beta announced, I nodded curtly before I stalked towards the door and I could hear everyone make way for me. Being blind has its own perks and having a fantastic sense of smell to cover for it is one of the things that the moon goddess did for me that I am proud of. I do not have to see my enemies before I take them and it has helped me stay relevant all these years, and I do not plan to stop now. Especially now that I have found my mates and other alphas might think they have found a way to get to me.

Giggling, he closed his eyes. I put a blindfold across his eyes. “I want you to talk dirty to me while I touch you,” I whispered in his ears. “Oh, I see.” He smiled, enjoying my little play. “How many fingers are these?” I waved three across his face; to be sure he couldn’t see. “I don’t know. Can’t see a thing.” He tried to trace my fingers with his. And then, I knew he couldn’t see. I took my time to achieve my plan.

I want to see exactly what he is giving me. So, I shut my mouth. Well, I stop it from begging as I continue to moan and whimper every time that he touches me. He shifts, and I feel him walking away. It gives my body a slight break it craves from his taunting. "I will slowly blind most of your senses, baby girl, starting with sight." I feel the blindfold slip over my eyes. His hands are grasping mine and guiding me across the room. Stopping, I feel him fasten my arms above my head.

"You know it is." "Maybe we need to cool it off a little." The next thing she knew he was wrapping a silk scarf around her eyes and tying it in the back. They'd been using blindfolds for weeks now. "I want you to experience things with your other senses besides sight," he'd told her the first time. "When sight is taken away, everything else is enhanced."

Sebastian It’s been a week, and I’m still showing up at work every day with a white cane in one hand and a lie in the other. Pretending I can’t see has become more exhausting than actually being blind ever was. At least back then, I didn’t have to fake the struggle—it was real. Now I have to remember not to glance too quickly, not to react to anything visual, not to look anyone in the eye unless I miss on purpose. I walk into meetings guided by habit and memory, but also by the dull ache of guilt pressing behind my ribs.

“What about them?” “Are you... can you see right now?” "Yes," I lie but Hannah let's out a scoff. "Liar, I just held up two fingers in front of you and you didn't see them," She exclaims. I exhale slowly, fighting the tremor in my hands. “Okay, fine, yes I'm blind. But it’s temporary. It happens when I overuse my ability. The vision comes back eventually.” “This happens always?” Her tone is skeptical, and scared even.

I exhaled slowly and lifted my hands to my face, touching up my makeup with my power. Having magic and a steady Core makes life easier. A thin sheen of sweat clung to my skin, born not of heat but of tension. My hands were wet due to the storm ahead of me. Appearances mattered today. Any crack would invite scrutiny. News of my blindness must have spread by now. Blackcroft had a way of devouring weakness and spitting it back as spectacle. To complete the illusion, and protect the truth I wasn’t ready to hand over, I wrapped a see-through piece of white silk over my eyes. With it, I didn't have to make my eyes unfocused. They would intrinsically believe I was still blind, but it was lightweigh

I looked back at the almost anxious eyes of my friend. He was asking me to make this real. Did that mean our fake relationship? The sudden shift in our relationship? What did he mean? I was confused. I didn’t know what to say and as an awkward silence fell between us, Zaine stepped back a little, creating space between us. My body was suddenly missing the heat of his. My eyes searched my friend's face, but he gave nothing away, simply nodding slightly.

I smirk, fully intending to walk away the moment they do, to find my own satisfaction without their teasing games. Blake’s laughter is a low, mocking sound. “Oh no, little birdie. That chance is long gone. Now, the only thing you’re begging for is the orgasm,” he taunts, his voice dripping with challenge. I shake my head fiercely—I refuse to beg for something they’re trying to withhold. The blindfold slips back over my eyes, and the earbud follows, trapping me in an isolating silence.