Hell's Paradise Blind Guy Novels & Stories

his eyes had a haunted look. "P-Please don't hu-hurt me" my chest hurts so bad and I can't breathe well. As I look up, I saw his naked body while his torso is still aroused. Half of his body is covered with a tattoo. "I don't care what are you doing here," he looked heavenward as he let out small laughter. "I said...," he paused while his jaw tightened. "Who the fuck are you! Dumb bitch!," his blaring voice sents mental pain in me.

His figure was extremely palpable and his sharp features and nicely drawn out curves looked so perfect. His eyes was burning with nothing but fury. Everything about him radiated nothing but the intent to kill as though he had soaked his blood with the blood of the nation. “I want to meet with the blind goddess of light.” His voice sparked as he spoke. Why does he seem so familiar? Abi wondered but still pointed towards the dark horizon before deciding to lead him in. The Emerald forest was anchored to the Sky below and a thatched pathway created with insidious magic to lead up and above for anyone wanting to visit the goddess of light. Abigail walked with a precise step. Slow and steady. Her

"I know that right now, three separate bounty hunter guilds are converging on this district. I know that the 'Iron Hounds' are five minutes out. And I know that you are desperate." "Cut the theatrics," Jack growled, stepping closer. "Where is the prison?" "It’s not a place on a map, boy. It’s a ghost." Blind Eye leaned forward, the servos in his chair whining. "But I have the tracking algorithm. The prison moves. It rides the storms. I have the chip that predicts its path." He tapped his chest pocket. "Give it to me." "Ah, the arrogance of the Sterlings," Blind Eye sighed. "Your father was the same. He thought he could save everyone. He thought morality was a currency. It isn't. Leverage is

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

Lower management handled the menial business. Rai Landon was not part of his corporate team, or she would have a suite on deck fifteen, not five. She was merely a passenger wanting to experience Alaska. Just how much a blind person could enjoy the sights alone was yet to be determined. Damn her friend for bailing on her. Z grinned at the thought of being her guide. Ideas rambled through his mind in creative waves; an unstoppable force that promised a wake of destruction.

TATE I’D DRUNK TOO much. That was the first thing that crawled through the haze, sluggish and stupid—but the second I blinked, I didn’t see party light or a bedroom ceiling. I didn’t see anything, and a different panic shoved in. Not the hangover kind. Not the regret-the-shots kind. The something’s-fucking-wrong kind. It was dark. Too dark. Not blurry, not dim. Just black. I blinked again. Harder. Still nothing.

“I will help you, okay? You will regain everything that belongs to you, my son, and he owns one of the companies in the City of Bloom. It will be a big help. For now, stay here with me and let me have a daughter for a while, okay?” Selene nodded at Elina and hugged her again, “Thank you, Aunt Elina. I really needed this hug, thank you,” she whispered. When the sun was about to set, Elina toured Selene around the place. Selene, though she’s in another world, there are a lot of people there, she asked Elina about it, and she said that they are their people. She was confused at first about why they needed that number of people, but she didn’t mind it anymore. She was so engrossed looking around

You would have heard of the man first before seeing him; the way his cane scraped on the floor when he was coming brought more fear than the noise of the cane itself. One word was perfect to describe him: he is ruthless. A man you don’t mess with, or else he would end you even before you know it. It was a known fact, and no one explored it except some people with death wishes. “All hail Alpha King Lucius.” The palace bard man called out, and everyone sitting rose in honour of the blind man who managed to bring an entire realm under his control without his eyes. The cane wound was getting louder, and the men in the room were getting more scared.

He held a silver-tipped cane in his right hand, standing with a rigid, imposing posture that radiated pure power and absolute coldness. The quiet whispers of the high-society crowd buzzed in Avery's ears as she walked. "Poor girl, marrying a cripple..." "He used to be a genius, now he’s just a blind monster..." "I heard he’s ruthless. The accident made him completely mad..." Avery blocked them out, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Step by step, she forced her legs to move toward the altar. When she finally reached him, her hand was trembling violently.

he yelled louder that I couldn't help but shiver. "She's blind," someone let out in the crowd. I could feel my legs go weak. "Are you blind?" he asked, but I kept mute. "Don't let me repeat myself, are you blind?" he yelled in frustration. "Yes," I said with a teary and shaky voice. "A blind Mate," he yelled out for everyone to hear.