Hardy Blurry Novels & Stories

he says and walks towards the door to welcome a guest who just entered in a grey tuxedo. I see Argon walk away and look back to my reflection on the glass table. I smile and so does my reflection; I giggle looking at it. In a second, my vision begins to get blurry. I couldn’t see my reflection clearly, I look up to the direction Argon walked in but all I could see was blurry images. My head starts to hurt gradually. I look around for help but I couldn’t see anyone so I walk to where I pictured the door to be with stumbling steps.

He couldn’t focus on where they’ll be going as he was nauseous when he looked down, but he could see the rows of trees not far from them. ‘I’m not afraid of heights… But why is my vision blurry when I look down there?’ he wondered. He swallowed his saliva again and leaned forward a bit, putting his palms on the bird’s back to keep him sitting straight. The nice guy with auburn hair and orange eyes, which he learned the name was Hayate, noticed him leaning forward and wheezing. So the man asked. “What’s wrong?” Alex leaned back and for the hundredth time, swallowed his saliva in the seemingly dry throat. “I don’t feel so good…”

I don't know if it was really him but the blurry man stands like Nick or maybe I'm just hallucinating. "What the fuck did you do to her? Did you drug her? She's fucking drunk. Look at Savannah!" The blurry man speaks to Kurt with so much anger in his voice. "I'm not drunk." I slurred. "So? Why the fuck do you care?" Kurt answers him back. "I'll drive her home." This blurry man pulled my arm. "Let go of me blurry man." I slurred. "Savannah you can't handle yourself anymore. Look at you." The blurry man talks to me.

I could see the figure standing above me but I couldn’t make out the features of the person. “Where am I?” I breathed out. “You’re in the hospital but you’re going to be fine, okay? Can you see me?” Another person joined us. I managed to sit up. I blinked several times trying to get rid of the blurriness. The room came in and out of focus. “Can you see?” The other voice asked. “No. It’s blurry.” I answered. “That’s fine. Just try to relax your eyes. Can you tell me your name?” He asked.

The condensed light was not very bright, but she had seen this glimmer far more times than she could even count. Lyra was looking at a holographic screen with several figures associated with detailed illustrations on it. This seemed like some sort of digital document with several pages. Her vision was extremely blurry with all the weakness, however, as she gazed at it more closely, the color on her face drained out more with each passing second.

She was watching a fashion show video on YouTube, now she's staring at me. "Come check this out." "What is it now?" she grumbles as she makes her way over to me. I turn the screen of my laptop to her, "Did I read this right? I'm not seeing things, am I?" I ask her. She leans forward and peers at the screen intently. "I can't see this clearly, it's too bright." I take off my anti-blue glasses and put it on her eyes. "Read!" "Alright ma'am, what's so fascinating?" She begins to read and her expression changes. She turns big eyes to me.

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

Blur. The lines in front of him are completely blurry. He silently tries to read the letters on the page but it’s nearly impossible. Ryder sighs and puts on a pair of glasses. His vision is slightly clearer but he still can’t read too well. For the past few days, his vision keeps on switching between blurry and clear. Sometimes, he can see well. Sometimes, he can’t see beyond a few feet. He leans back against the leather chair and stares outside the window. It’s a clear night sky. The distant stars are almost negligible to him. He doesn’t react but simply stares into the distance, wondering how long he has.

Hardy elaborated. I moved. “And my baby?” Hardy looked at me with a look of ornery and eyes of bewilderment. “Is my baby okay?” I asked, ignoring his damn expression. “It’s okay.” He pressed. Hardy's gaze was unrelenting, his eyes piercing into me as he maintained eye contact. But there was something unsettling in his expression. It felt as though he was looking at me, but not truly seeing me. A faint chill crept down my spine as I tried to decipher the meaning behind his piercing stare.

I tightened my eyes and re-opened it, hoping it will clear my blurry vision. It worked. The first thing i saw clearly was the most handsome guy i've ever seen.. I've ever seen ?...I can't even remember seeing any other guy apart from this one in front of me so i don't know if he's the most handsome but damn ! this guy is more than handsome. His eyes are pure silver,so clear that i'd swear they would reflect my image perfectly if i got closer enough, his black hair is in a slight wave long enough to his shoulder, his high cheekbones and jaw seems perfect and his lips...Oh..my..