Faking Being Blind Novels & Stories

“Not bad.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Good. Let me know if it becomes too much. You know the game already.” Then there was the blindfold, a deceptively simple piece of silk. Once it had covered my eyes, the world narrowed to touch, sound, and breath. The absence of sight heightened every other sense, making the brush of fingers or the whisper of movement feel thrilling. “Can you see anything?” Chris’ voice came from somewhere close, though I couldn’t tell exactly where.

she teased. That sounded…cool? “How does it work?” I asked, because I was getting curious at this point. “Well, you either blindfold your partner or your partner blindfolds you,” she looked around and slowed down so I caught up with her before dropping her voice. “Imagine being eaten out while seeing nothing. With no idea where the next move is coming from… you don’t see, you just feel. And it’s extreme when you’re in cuffs, trust me,” she said and I felt a rush of heat pool in my stomach and I’d have squeezed my thighs together if I wasn’t standing.

He’s likely in a meeting as he'd said he will be this morning. I stand up, pacing the small area, my mind racing. How do I prove I was blind? Do I have to post my medical records on I*******m? Do I have to find the doctors who operated on me and beg them to make a TikTok? It’s humiliating! "Oh, look at you," a voice drawls from behind me. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or maybe you just finally saw the truth trending?"

If I wanted clarity, I had to listen. Red sat down across from me, fingers interlaced, gaze locked directly on mine. I noticed something strange—he barely blinked. Through all this talking, I’d only seen him blink once. Didn’t his eyes hurt? “I’m looking for a woman who can pretend to be my girlfriend for three months,” he said finally. “Someone who won’t fall for me. I don’t want any commitment—ever again.” “Then why are you looking for a fake girlfriend? You after some kind of inheritance or something?” I asked, arching a brow.

"But you won't stop me. Because you want to see if it works. If I can really become no one." Silence. The cold deep. The dark green. She was right. I wanted to see. But not for the reason she thought. I raised the cane. Not to strike. To show her. "I brought this," I said. "Your cane. Ten years of performance. Blindness real and fake." She opened one eye. "I don't need it," I continued. "I never did. But I took it. Because without it, you're just..." I searched for the word. "Naked. Visible. Someone who has to be seen."

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

His painfully gripped hand slammed into the metal casing of the washing machine in the laundry room. He squinted, rubbed his aching wrist, and gritted his teeth viciously. "You... You're not blind!" "No, I'm blind." Compared to Javier's sweaty face, Elijah was effortlessly carefree. He even gently threw the paper towel beside the wheelchair to Javier. "Wipe it off." Javier's eyes looked colder. "Why are you pretending to be blind?" "Once again, I am blind." "Mr. Yates, if you don't believe me, you can go through my files and all my medical reports between the ages of thirteen and twenty-six."

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

After all, he would always be an unmeltable iceberg. “Day or night is all the same for a blind person! Mr. Ackman, please mind your own business.” “...” Liam’s expression darkened. His gaze turned cold in an instant. ‘This woman can’t tell good from bad!’ “Since you’re pretending to be blind, don’t leave any chances for people to see through your act!” Liam said coldly. “It’s not like you don’t know I’m just pretending!” Why did she have to be careful when there was no one else there?

Flora pouted her mouth as she declared her statements. "You didn't even have to ask. I am a blind man. See?" Damien pretended to hide the lenses of his eyes by rolling them back, and only the sclera, the white outer layer of the eyeball, would show. Flora gave in a breathy laugh as she watched the guide play comical before her. She felt pleased that he was trying to make her feel confident.