Faking Being Blind Novels & Stories

Brad replied. “What! Unbelievable.” “By the way, I think I know what to do to help you. I need you to stand first.” I stood up with Brad’s help, and then he left me for a while before he came back. “So, I’ll tie this blindfold over your eyes. So, it’ll make things less bright for you so you can gradually adjust to the brighter light.” Brad enlightened me.

Justin let out a low chuckle as he spanked my ass once again while I trembled against him. “Pick a blindfold, stunning.” Justin murmured after a few seconds, pointing at the two blindfolds which were citrently being held up by Blaze. One was black and the other was white, I personally liked the white one, it was one of my favorites because aside it being decorated with real diamonds, it gave me this illusion that I was innocent, when indeed, I wasn’t. “The white one.” I watched and gulped as Blaze moved towards me, “I’ll miss staring into these gorgeous eyes.” Blaze murmured right before the blindfold covered my eyes, cascading me in complete darkness which I eagerly welcomed.

I replied sarcastically. “Well, we’re a bit twisted so our fairytale has a twist. Not bad, right?” Zak smiled at me lovingly then pulled out a blindfold that he had been hiding. “Ready?” He asked, a playful smile on his sensual lips. He didn’t wait for my reply as he slowly placed the blindfold on me. My world was now pitch black. Robbed of my sight, my other senses became even more active to compensate for my lack of sight. This is exciting but also quite scary. Every small sound is now much louder, I could clearly hear the rustling of the sheets. My skin is also much more sensitive than before. Feeling a bit scared and lost, I reached a hand out to feel nothing but air in front of me. The

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

His voice started out loud, ended in nothing but a whisper as the sound of his own voice ricocheted around in his head. "That's right, Si. I am a bitch," I answered even though he couldn't hear me. But his gaze moved to my mouth as I nodded. Then I took his sight from him. The triple thick blindfolds were designed to black out everything. Even the brightest flashlight wouldn't pierce through them. As I settled it over his eyes, I walked around to the back of the cross and tightened the straps around his head. I was careful to catch a few hairs in the knot. Saw his shoulders jerk at the sharp pain.

The pain and humiliation I had suffered from evaporated, replaced by stark lucidity. "Your thief-crying-thief skill is unmatched," I scoffed. "Who faked poverty? Paralysis? Who liquidated my dad's relic to curry favor with Mark? Who orchestrated a biennial drama solely to avenge him, delighting as I braved tempests to ferry your extravagant feast? You must have savored every moment, right? Who is the real cheater here?" My piercing stare shifted to Mark, noting the vacant finger where the ring once sat. I continued, "You two are the masked puppeteers, plotting, deceiving, and trampling genuine emotions underfoot."

From their perspective I was still the blind Don—sensing the room through sound and instinct alone. “Boss.” Rukov’s voice pulled me out of the spiral. Then another. “Boss Zeden…” I recognized it instantly. Mateo. I couldn’t see him, but I didn’t need to. I still had to keep up the act for the rest of the world. Mother knew the truth now. Amber knew. But everyone else still believed the blindness was real. Mateo leaned in close, voice low at my ear. “I’m fine,” I told him before he could ask. “It’s just a minor thing. Some people find it difficult to listen anymore.”

Straightening the wheel, I peek at him through my peripheral while wondering if he was possibly faking being blind. “How could you tell?” I ask, unable to stop my curiosity. “Have you been faking not being able to see this whole time?” Was that simply his way of getting out of certain things? I knew that he found difficult things to be annoying and absolutely hated socializing, but to go as far as faking being blind was a bit... “Just because I can’t see doesn’t mean that my sight is gone.” He responds, slowly relaxing. “What does that even mean?” I ask, stopping at a red light. “Isn’t being blind being unable to see? Are you tr

“You watch like a wolf who does not trust what he cannot map.” Caleb's eyes flick to mine, amused and sharp at the same time. He feels it too. This woman is not what she pretends to be. Or maybe she is exactly what she pretends to be, and that is worse. “You’ve heard stories,” she continues, eating another spoonful. “About blind people who move like they are not missing anything.” I nod before I think better of it. “Yes,” I say. “But I’ve never seen it.” Her lips curve into a small smile. “Seeing is overrated.”

Rebecca held out the glass of water, but there was no response from the woman in front of her. "This is the glass, the right side of that arm of yours!" Rebecca said telling the position of the glass, "What's wrong with your eyesight, did they ruin it just like yours?" "Sicily, my name is Sicily. I've been blind since I was 10 years old. Back then my mum omega 2 fought to defend me from Luna's attack. I gave up for the safety of my mum and dad," Sicily explained unprompted. "Hem, then what happened after that?" asked Rebecca.