Hardy Blurry Novels & Stories

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.

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.

It was blurry, I couldn't see well except the trimmed beards and deep blue eyes or was it green? Everything became blurry, everywhere faded as I landed back against the floor, this tome, banging myself on the hard floor. I muttered a low wince as darkness consumed me with the voice of someone cursing, "Oh shit."

The bandages came off at eight in the morning. Dr. Anand held a light in front of my right eye. I saw it. Then she moved her hand across my field of vision. I saw that too. The outline was blurred around the edges, but it was there. Real. Daniel cried. I sat very still and let it settle. Partial vision. Right eye. More than the conservative estimate. Dr. Anand walked me through what that meant. Light sensitivity. Limited range. No fine detail yet. An adjustment period of several weeks at minimum.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

I was the best sharp shooter he had, so that afforded me a little leniency. But instead of seeing a message from my date for the night, there were two picture messages from my best friend, Bryson Taylor. As I opened the first one, I was greeted by a cute little scrunched-up and messy-looking baby. My eyes widened as my breath caught in my throat. A moronic grin slipped onto my face as I scrolled to the next message. I saw Bryson’s wife, Anna, holding the baby and smiling proudly. The message underneath read: ‘Anna and baby Cameron both doing great’

I close and open my eyes a few times, trying to force myself to stay awake and focus on the fight. However, the dark black spots are slowly creeping through my vision, making the blurry figures even worse. I don’t know how long they were fighting for and as they were both really blurry, I tried to move back as one of the blurry figures started walking back toward me, not knowing which one won.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!