Faking Being Blind Novels & Stories

He added with teary eyes, "No, Lulu has classes today." "You're lying. You think I can't see, so you're lying. I can smell her. Lulu is here, and so are Aunt Harper and Uncle Gerald. All of you are trying to fool me." His voice was faint and weak. For a moment, I was bewildered. I once read that when someone turned blind, their other senses would be augmented. Felix couldn't see anything, but his nose had become so sensitive that he could distinguish people via their scents. Was it true, then?

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

"Our sense of sight is our way to find a path but what happens if we lose it ? We usually feel helpless and scared but we have other senses you can always rely on. When one of the senses fails the other increases by three folds. Each is going to help you in their own way" "Like you lose your sight, your hearing and smelling senses increase and we are going to train on that ". She walked behind me and placed the blindfold on my eyes. My hand automatically went to grab the cloth then I dropped it. "Is this fine? ". I just nodded. Losing your sight felt weird. "I am going to make sounds to confuse you and whenever I attack you as my wish and you are going to defend yourself . We will do one on

RIVAL’S POV The trick to faking sickness isn’t in the slump of your shoulders or the stagger of your steps. It’s in the eyes. Glaze them. Make them look like the world’s turned down its volume. That way, people stop looking for what you’re really carrying. By morning, I had the act down. I limped into the infirmary wing at 0940 hours, hood low, skin pale from the night I’d spent with my head under cold water. Fever was easy to fake when you were already running on adrenaline and four hours of sleep.

“Sure. But if your ex so much as looks at you sideways, he and I are going to have a real friendly chat. Navy SEAL style.” Be still my treacherous heart. As he steps closer, heat blooms low in my belly. Tonight, he’s pretending to be mine. The trick will be convincing myself it’s just pretend.

“Second rule: every dare escalates. Agreed?” “Agreed,” I breathed, and he set his glass down, producing a silk blindfold from his pocket. “First dare: let me blind you,” he murmured, tying it over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. His fingers traced my neck, teasingly slow, then slid under my dress, brushing my panties. “Already wet,” he teased, rubbing my clit through the fabric, the sensation heightened by my blindness.

Instinctively, I had to put up the act of being blind. Mother Agatha walked in, her footsteps soft against the floor as she approached my bedside. I blinked rapidly, quickly slipping back into my act. My hands remained still on my lap as I tilted my head slightly, as if I didn’t see her enter. It had become second nature by now, pretending to be blind. “Here, child,” she said, her voice gentle as she set down a glass of juice and a plate of biscuits on the small table beside me. I hesitated before reaching out, letting my fingers fumble slightly before grasping the glass. I knew she was watching me closely, but she said nothing about my clumsy attempt to take a sip.

I was surprised that this little ball could fill my mouth, leaving no room for me to utter anything, just a few sounds. He heaved a sigh that resembled that of a finishing one and walked to my legs with that same annoying grin of his. "Yeah. Like I said, Lily. Do not be afraid, I will take it slowly with you so there won't be any pain. Okay?" I nodded. He took the blindfold and wore it on my face, placing it on my eyes. Now, I am blind. I wasn't able to see what was happening again. Everything around me was dark. But I can feel his presence.

“Cut the act. If you’re really blind, a hospital can confirm it.” Across the hall, Curtis Lowe's voice faltered for a split second before rising again. “She’s lying! She’s just trying to get out of this! How could she be blind? Every night, she stands by the window, watching me!” Halfway through his rant, his eyes landed on my empty sockets. His voice trembled, and his words lost their edge. “That’s disgusting! Seriously disgusting!” His shout stirred the crowd again. “Exactly! She’s faking it!”