Hell's Paradise Blind Guy Novels & Stories

weird guy : who knows what intentions you have me : listen mister I already told you it's an accident not intentionally happened weird guy : such an attention seeker me : what the hell you said who wants your bloody attention I will burn myself alive instead to get your attention, huh attention my foot weird guy : I seen so many people like you me : I too seen so many people but never seen such a weird person like you weird guy : whom you called weird do you know who iam me : if you only don't know about yourself how can I know about you so sad I pity you weird guy : I hate people like you me : do you think I love you weird guy : who knows me : may be in your dreams I will become nun instead

“I’m here because of the citizens. What you’re doing is illegal! You can’t continue stealing innocent lives of important people!” Clive’s gaze flew to Blind Man, “And you, out of all the in this room, had altogether turned your back on us and join this horrid conspiracy. I never thought you convenient for the job. I warned them!” Blind Man rushed toward Clive, punched him in the nose. Clive flinched as the chair toppled backward. He landed on his back. The skull’s rear hit the floor, bounding off the cement. Clive gritted his teeth, crying out. His gaze fixed with the good eye scanning the basement.

This isn't mere injury; it's a hideous rendering of human suffering - a visceral reminder that hell exists within this world. And his mind, oh, his mind! It exists in a cruel limbo - a fortress of torment with no way to escape. Cognizance without sensation, his eyes may be open, yet they reveal nothing but a hollow void. He is a shell, a mere puppet of flesh, trapped in a reality that offers no mercy. Blaze is now a vegetable, a haunting reminder of lost potential; his essence is reduced to a silent scream. We stand at a precipice - a dreadful choice before us. We can either end his torment swiftly, granting him an escape from his nightmare, or allow him to linger in a purgatory of agony, pr

Cedric's eyes burned with anger as he reached for his phone again to call me, but my phone was already off. He wondered where a blind person like me could even go. Anxiety gnawed at him. Just then, his phone rang. It was Celine. "Nicole didn't refuse to donate her cornea, did she? What if I really go blind? Cedric, you're not going to abandon me, are you? My vision has been getting worse since I was hit, and I'm really scared of going blind."

He simply looked uglier than having eaten a fly. Shelly said, “Sandros, why don’t you look in the mirror? You are too old to become someone else’s father, yet you still want to become someone else’s husband. Do you have the ability? How about this? When the child is born, you will become the child’s godfather. What do you think?” “No! No!” Blaze directly refused. A day later, the group left Ghast City and came to a vast volcanic crater. Blaze said, “This is the entrance to the Hell Tower. I have walked through the first nine floors. I will lead the way! Brother-in-law, I’ll count on you to take care of Kathy.”

Cold. Empty. “See you in hell… boy.”

"I know it sounds crazy. We are just toms and nowhere near the gods but something has happened to your friend. He believes he's battled the actual Black Devil and won. It's not just Doll that's not alright." "That's because it's fucking true!" Hades screeched. Jinx nodded at Guru while holding Hades back. "No, it's true. I wouldn't say that he won, but Hades faced ol' Blackie once before and got away with his hide intact." "He was in Persiana too!" Hades snapped. "Disguised as a Grey-furred Daddy. This is his room at the prison!" Hades waved his paws at the large converted cell.

It was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but notice the fact that she had yet to look into his eyes! "I apologize, she is blind" Antonio spoke up as he took a step in front of his daughter in a protective stance. The prince simply nodded and tried to keep his mind off of the woman that intrigued him so much. He didn't miss the fact that his wolf was going crazy. She was his mate but she was also a Vampire. A Blind vampire. It was as if something in him switched off. The moon Goddess had given him a defective mate.

Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.” “Okay,” she whispered, biting her lip at the pinch of the collar pressing against her skin. “Carson Meyer is the person you are sold to. He has dark brown eyes, no specs, and straight jet-black hair. It’s short, though. And you already recognize their voices, if I’m not wrong, right?” Theo turned around, holding the blindfolds. “Yes, Theo,” she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal.

Only physical pain could make me forget the pain in my heart for now. When we arrived, I stared blankly at the windshield. I did not even realize we had stopped. The driver leered at me. "What's wrong, sweetheart? No money?" His rough hand then landed on my thigh. His cold touch seeped through the thin fabric. I shuddered and turned to look at him. He smiled wickedly. "It's okay if you didn't bring any money. Why don't I come up to your place with you to get it?"