Faking Being Blind Novels & Stories

Yet, despite my insecurities, girls had always thrown themselves at my feet, and it was clear they were drawn to my name and status. But what they don’t know is that I’m a blind man. That’s why only my pictures are taken, and I don’t actually present myself in videos. I’m sure pictures don’t convey much. But with Wynter, there was something about her that made me want to see her. I don’t know how it happened, but I found myself utterly and deeply in love with her. She was the first one to show any form of attention toward me without knowing who I really am. She made me feel alive again, igniting a zeal in me that I had to have her at any cost.

I rub my hand at the back of my head, working out an apology. "You dared me to be honest." Marelyn turns with the blindfold on. Her feet are unstable because she can't see a damn thing. I hold her hand, bringing her closer. "How does the blindfold help?" "It intensifies the feelings you get. Your loss of sight makes you hyperaware of everything around you. It's safe." "What if I say you don't have to do these things?" I cock my head to the side. "You want me to do nothing?"

My legs had become wobbly. My strength was down to zero instantaneously questionably. The first of it occurrence.I have been strong as the fiddle since I can remember. Kish rush to help me locate a nearby seat yet still! She could not shut it nor trust her eyes. How then, do I believe this person saw my eyes glow when she can't differentiate between realities? she was seriously a blind bat! physically and intuitively. To be sincere, she might as well be going nuts seeing shit! which ain't there.

He is trying his best to convince me, and I agree with what he’s saying, but it needs to come from within. “Let’s do it with the blindfold, that way at least one of my senses will be insensitive,” I say as I take off my scarf, and cover my eyes. “Hands on the trigger,” he orders standing behind me. My finger curls around the trigger. “Three...Two..” He fires with my finger below his. The darkness that surrounds me forms a few terrorizing images, but I quickly shift to a state of control. Phew! I take off the blindfold, and he asks, “How was it?”

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

“So eager to please, even when you don’t know what is being asked of you.” She reached for the blindfold from the shelf—a simple, black strip of silk. She held it in front of his eyes. “This will help. The world outside is a distraction. You need to focus entirely on the sensations I provide. On my voice. On my touch.” He nodded, his heart hammering anew. The world vanished into soft, impenetrable darkness as she tied the blindfold securely. The loss of sight was profound. Every other sense roared to life. He could hear the soft rustle of her dress, the sound of his own ragged breathing, the faint, rhythmic ticking of a clock somewhere in the house.

"No way. People just don't turn blind overnight. She's definitely faking it!" Marianne huffed coldly upon hearing the crowd's chatter. Her tone grew certain as she said, "Stop with your petty tricks, Isabelle. You got caught cheating off me in the previous mock exam and got sent home for several days—and this is what you came up with? "You're just faking blindness so you can continue cheating off me in the SAT exam and get good grades. You can run, but you can't hide. Do you really think of everyone as idiots?"

“I don't know when either but I hope it will be as soon as possible. After all, losing my eyesight is equivalent to vulnerability.” “We won't tell it, Luna! We won't tell anyone about your eyes!” they swore. Hearing this, I couldn't help but chuckle. “It doesn't matter if it got known that I was blind.” “But why? Would it be showing vulnerability just like you said?” Garrick frowned. “It's fine, the enemies would be thrilled to hear it.” The corner of my lips raised. “Besides, they already know that I have become blind. Just think of me as their bait since for them, it would be easy to get the blind woman.”

Which is most definitely what I am going to have to indear today. "I'll be fine, Mom." It's easier to tell her a little lie then to tell her the truth of the matter. I am terrified to step foot amongst these people. She sighs and I feel her hand on my back again. I have gotten used to sensing when she is going to touch me but, then again, she's the only one that ever does. Everyone else acts like the world will go dim for them too if they come in contact. By looking at me, you wouldn't be able to tell that I am blind. Even when I'm not wearing these sunglasses, I wear regular glasses just to distract those who happen to be looking at me. There isn't much movement in my eyes, which tends to t

Probably curious, probing, as if she was trying to get something out of me. My lips curved into a faint smile. The fact that she was looking all naive was something. I doubt she even realized that I am blind. How many months did I get myself into this? The stares, the questions that no one wanted to ask. But then, I had to brace myself because of people like her that are negligent. I had studied sensory substitution, even at my lowest. I wouldn't allow anyone to see that vulnerable side of me. No, Never. Dumbass Woman.