Hardy Blurry Novels & Stories

Everything seems blurry, hardy couldn’t really see his father , right through the room, but he could still feel his father’s presence Brenda , watched as the car raced through the streets , her mind so heavy , as she held onto it the pain was unbearable for her How could she not know that Will was his father and hardy was the son who had returned from England to learn his father’s trade “ damn it !!” Brenda said out loud , catching the attention of the driver driving her home .. “ Is everything okay ma’am ?” The driver asked curiously , looking at her through the front mirror “ Yes , I am , thank you, oh here in this corner !!” Brenda pointed to her home not wanting the driver to take her pa

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

He frowned as he fingered her hair. “How long have you been awake?” He groggily asked, his voice was hoarse. “Not that long. I just took a quick shower.” She replied. Realizing he’s distracted by her hair and she could also feel its dampness, she asked, “Do you have a blower? My curls are difficult to dry with just a towel.” “I like your curls.” She smiled at him. She can see that. Obviously. But he didn’t answer the question. Alena prompted him with a look. He sighed, “I don’t think we have one. Sorry.”

My vision begins to blurry and my stomach is hurting too. Then everything went blank.

My eyes get blurry. "Jooooyyyy!!!" And closes, little by little. I didn't know what came about next. --

Right then, someone tapped his shoulder. "I'm right here." He spun around and saw Hayley standing there, perfectly solid and real. He froze for a second. "Wait… You were just here. What's wrong with me?" "You've only got one eye. Makes your vision glitch sometimes. That's totally normal," Hayley said casually. Griffin didn't even know how to respond. Hayley was more than satisfied with the result. If even Griffin, who knew her best, could overlook her, then everyone else didn't stand a chance.

With my blurred vision, I was incapable of distinguishing anything more than their vague shapes. I slowly hoist my tired body up into a sitting position, leaning my body against the headpost, rubbing my eyes at the same time in an endeavor to clear my cloudy vision. This time my vision was very clear but still a bit dim, so blinking rapidly, I tried to adjust to a bright ray surrounding the room.

I blinked away tears from my eyes to clear the blurriness, but it wasn't working. Hendrix gently used his palm to dry my continual running tears, his other hand still tightly wound around my waist. His face was closer to mine after weeks. I missed staring at that extravagantly beautiful face. Even though my sight was blurred, I still got my fill of his midnight blue eyes and the thickness of his dark caramel blond lashes had doubled as if he hadn't given them a trim for years. His eyes were deep from stress but the extra thickness of his lashes gave his eyes a gorgeous frame. It made even his exhausted face look dazzling.

I just put it in my mouth and waited for the pain to go away. The blurry images suddenly stopped appearing. "What's happening to me? Oh, god! Why does it hurt so bad?!”

Chapter 57: Blurry Evidence “Open that message,” Alexander muttered under his breath, his hand still gripping my knee tight under the tiny dinner table. His fingers stayed slick from earlier, pressing higher like he couldn’t stop claiming what was his even with everyone sitting right there. I tapped the screen fast, heart hammering loud in my ears. The photo loaded blurry; two figures against the library wall, my skirt hiked, Alexander’s body pressed close behind me. Faces not sharp enough to be sure, but damn close if anyone looked hard. My stomach dropped like a rock.