Hardy Blurry Novels & Stories

His vision was blurry before finally becoming completely dark. ***

They all got into the car, they drove for a minute and Jerry stopped the car. Erica's eyes widened in confusion "what now?" He fixed his stare on her "the car isn't driving well." She gasped "then what is the problem?" Joan looked frustrated "Jerry what sort of a car are you driving for goodness sake?" "I am sorry girls..." Jerry said sadly alighted from the cars. Erica hissed folding her arms. "What's the problem Jerry?" Joan yelled when she noticed the frowned look on Jerry's face. "We have a flat tire" Jerry said.

My vision is becoming blurry by the minute and every single building seems to be moving too close to me. I can barely breathe and sweat trickles down my forehead. My throat is as dry as a desert. My chest feels tight. This is not the place to faint. One of the men, the head of the group, or so I assume, moves closer to me. His eyes are bloody red and one eye is twitching on and off like a light bulb. Blake is on the other side struggling to get to me and his anger can clearly be detected.

Shaw said standing up "Father! " Ariana nagged "Princess!! You need a protector!" Shaw said " Okay about that...did you do something?" Ariana said stylishly " What!! I didn't do anything" shaw stuttered " Then why am I having these blurry vision and feeling" Ariana said looking intensively at her father "Vision...I ..I... I don't know.. maybe you are just tired" shaw said trying to avoid Ariana eyes " Why are you stuttering and avoiding my eyes?" Ariana said trying to look him in the eyes

But it’s doing very pleasant things to me. I start to obey at once. I stretch the seams of my shirt, trying to yank it over my head, I’m so eager. I shimmy out of my shorts next and quickly kick them aside. When I’m down to my sports bra and panties, I make eye contact, wanting to be certain he’s still here with me. He is, looking down at my body, but he seems frustrated too. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “You’re blurry,” he grumbles. Oh. His glasses. He left them in the living room.

Despite his gym-honed resilience, his face was now a battered mess, swollen and bloody, beyond recognition. "Mister Hardy." Behind Nery stood Bram in a sharp gray suit, his face etched with lines that hinted at a life just tipping past fifty. His eyes flicked to Gael, and his expression turned stormy. "You owe me an explanation. Your people have hurt my son-in-law!"

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

I designed the dagger for Leon, drafting the blueprint and forging the materials myself. The blade was tempered with special steel, honed to an unsettling sharpness. It cut right into my flesh with ease. Blood spilled. My face beamed with a smile. It was great that everything would be over soon. I wouldn’t have to feel pain anymore. Amid the confusion, I could feel a pair of warm hands steadily pressing down on my injury. “Don’t be scared, Lyra.

What if it was all downhill from here? The door opened quietly, and Dr. Patel, one of the specialists, stepped in. She gave me a warm smile, too warm for what I was feeling. “Anthony, good afternoon. I’ll be assisting with some of the tests today.” I straightened, forcing a polite smile. “Good afternoon, doctor.” She glanced at Dr. Morgan’s notes. “You mentioned increased blurriness, light sensitivity, and difficulty reading?” she asked. “Yes,” I admitted, my voice quieter than I meant. “Some days it’s fine, but… it comes and goes. Like my eyes can’t decide what they want to do.”

I tried to link Jordie but I couldn't get it through. I was alone. I had to figure something out before he had them kill me. While I could barely see and breathe, I heard his laughter echoing over the tunnels. Through my blurred vision, I see Gunthers foot on Amy's throat. Her whimpers starting to dim. Then a crunching of bones. I watch as the light flows out of her eyes. He killed her.