Faking Being Blind Novels & Stories

“Exactly what I expected. Daniel poisoned me, used my collapse to seize my company, and stuffed the board with his own people.” Beth muttered something under her breath that sounded very much like a curse. “I asked her to dig into his family and get me a lawyer.” “Good.” I nodded. “Very good.” Later that day, I returned home. As usual, I kept up the act. My movements were careful and measured. I let my hand brush against the wall and counted my steps as if I truly could not see. By then, pretending to be blind had become second nature. I hated it, but it had given me something useful, people showed their true faces when they believed I was powerless.

I was the best healer in the world. The Alphas of every pack fought over me day and night. To escape that exhausting life for good, I faked my own death. Then I put on a pair of dark glasses and pretended to be completely blind. When the Silver Moon pack found me and brought me home, I thought I was in for the usual family drama: the biological daughter and the adopted one fighting over their parents' love. But my older adopted sister, Evelyn Howard, turned out to be sweet and kind. She learned Braille for me right away. My father, the Alpha, and my mother, Eleanor, were consumed by guilt and heartache over me. My seven older brothers, the backbone of the pack's defenses, guarded me as if I

"I'm going! I'm going again! Mike! Please!" She reached over with her shaking left hand and picked up a black silk blindfold from her nightstand. She tied it quickly over her eyes, plunging herself into total darkness. Without her vision, the fantasy became one hundred percent real. In her mind, the machine disappeared. It was Mike. He was there, his hot breath on her neck, his heavy chest crushing her breasts as he pounded into her without mercy.

"From the looks of it, your son is indeed in the clear. A blind person can neither be a voyeur nor use a camera." Upon hearing this, the neighbors began to whisper furiously among themselves. Penny, on the other hand, blanched as she cried, "No, that's impossible! I bet he's pretending to be blind! He must have heard we'd yank him out by his ear, so he put on colored contacts to fool us all!" As she spoke, she charged toward us, grimacing menacingly. She was about to pry Benedict's eyes open to inspect them herself when I stepped forward at lightning speed. With all the strength I had, I shoved her back.

Finally, I stop, my chest heaving, my arms hanging heavy at my sides. "You are trying to see me," the blind man says. "That is your mistake. Your eyes are lying to you. They show you where I was, not where I am going." He taps his stick against the floor. "Close your eyes." "What?" "Close your eyes. You cannot fight what you cannot see. So stop trying to see." I look at Mark. He nods once. I close my eyes. The darkness is immediate and complete. Without sight, like the world shrinks to the sounds around me. My own breathing, and drip of water somewhere in the distance. The soft tap of the blind man's stick against the stone floor.

Or that’s what her disguise at least. “Mm… okay!” She answered with a toothy smile. Layla was glad both of her eyes can see again and her vision seemed to be fine after wearing a blindfold for years. She honestly thought she would go blind for the rest of her life. Given a chance to live, Layla wouldn’t waste it, even if it means forcing herself to forget what she initially knew about herself. To fool the enemy, she had to fool herself. “Okay? Are you fine with my condition?” Zev asked her, and she nodded her head as a response.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

He moves with a raw power, each step a testament to his untamed determination. Swift as a shadow, I rely not on sight but on the subtle shifts in the soundscape surrounding me. The whoosh of air, the brush of fabric, the faint rustle of muscles in motion—all contribute to the intricate tapestry of this blindfolded encounter. My mind becomes a canvas of strategy, calculating their every move before they even act. I exploit the gaps in their approach, ducking and dodging with razor-sharp timing. The seconds stretch into an eternity, the suspense building with each passing moment.

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

My quota of ten deaths per city was almost full. Being blind was hard - no one wished that for themselves, but I found it easier since I was an Alpha. My senses were ten times better than humans and so, I was a perfect blind man who could do almost everything. But I needed my eyes for one thing… "Hey, handsome." A lady snapped me out of my thoughts. I was sitting at my favorite spot in the club where I could feel the movement of the crowd better and the scent of different perfumes mingling with the smoke from the dancefloor.