Gojo No Blindfold Novels & Stories

Cupidilon exclaimed irritatedly. “Perhaps it’s a sign that you have to atone for your sins,” Koji said casually. “Look who’s talking! You are also a sinner, dumbass!” Indra exclaimed irritatedly. “Wait, what do you mean by Ribo?” Koji asked. “So you also have no idea what just happened to you, I guess?” The guy said. He closed his tome and snatched Koji’s glasses. “Hey!” Koji asked. “These are your Jowa, and that red loli is your Ribo. Sounds funny, but both of you have awakened Doki-Doki.” He explained tossing the glasses to Koji’s eyes.

He leaned down and kissed her again, his hands exploring her curves with a reverent touch. “In as much as I’m enjoying you leaving passiveness behind, I want you to stay right here,” he instructed, his voice firm yet gentle. Then he folded the handkerchief to form a band which he held up before her. “I’m going to blindfold you,” he said, his voice laced with a mixture of command and tenderness. “Trust me.” Boma’s breath hitched, a blend of excitement and nervousness coursing through her. She nodded, allowing him to tie the soft material around her eyes, plunging her into darkness. The loss of sight heightened her other senses, making her acutely aware of every touch, every sound.

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

"Can I take off this blindfold, please?" "Yes, you can," Shadrach nodded, taking the blindfold off. Wynter adjusted her eyes to the brightness. Slowly, she removed the blindfold, and her eyes widened in awe. She was right; they were in a garden, but not the one everyone could expect. The indoor garden was a magical oasis. Strings of fairy lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery. Each plant seemed to shimmer under the light, their leaves glistening like jewels.

She pressed my hands to my sides and guided me to sit on my hands. “You do this pretty well…had a bit of practice, have we?” I asked. “Perhaps…” Carol giggled and then I was sitting along on the sofa. I heard Debbie giggle too and the two resumed their giggling fit, I presume seeing me blindfolded at their feet. “I guess there’s more to you than I knew, eh babe?” “I guess so…so here’s the deal…one of us will touch you or you touch us, and you have to guess who it is. If you guess right, one point for you. If you guess wrong, one for us. First to seven wins. Ok?”

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.”

I wondered how I was going to survive with those two enemies called friends. "Alright boys! Come together." Brant instructed and Jordan had to step back, to the instructors' area. He stood there still with his hands in his pockets and seemed to observe. We were around fifty, in that particular Dojo, other students were divided, assigned instructors too in the same building but Brant seemed to be the chief instructor, so he had some power too. We assembled ourselves in front of him like warriors, unshakeable, with hard expressions. "Today, we will be having blindfold combat." He started speaking and almost everyone booed. Murmurs flew in the air.

He lingered for a moment longer before finally pulling away, his fingers brushing over my wrist before untying the blindfold. When I blinked up at him, his smirk was back—only now, it held a hint of something deeper. “We did good. Let’s move on,” he said casually, but I could see the satisfaction in his gaze. We both gazed at the plaque before us: Final Challenge: Explore & Guide—Both partners will be blindfolded. Using only touch, guide each other out of the pavilion and onto the next path. “We can do this, this will be a piece of cake I am sure,” I said with more confidence than I felt.

Her face was red, almost incandescent, and her eyes burned with an inner fire. The driver, understanding without a word, gently pulled the curtain separating him from his boss, refusing to hear what was about to happen. Chantelle continued her movements, trying to calm the fire consuming her body. Her breath became short, irregular. The man reached into his pocket, pulled out a black blindfold, and gently placed it over Chantelle's face. He removed his mask. Collen's gaze was troubled seeing the state Chantelle was in, then he slowly approached, his lips meeting Chantelle's with infinite tenderness.

Do you understand what that means for a man who has been blind for three years. I stared at my screen. He wants his first real look at you to be the moment, Daniel said. That’s what he’s waiting for. Not the procedure. Not the recovery. You. I put my phone down. Picked it up. Four weeks and six days, I typed. Four weeks and six days, Daniel said. And then Noah he is not going to stop. I put my phone face down on the desk. Sat back. Four weeks and six days and Damien Cole was in his office thirty feet away being completely assembled and controlled with his jaw tight and the Walsh file under his hand and a midnight phone call to his brother that said I need to see him like it was the simplest