How Did Daredevil Become Blind Novels & Stories

She was seeing dark everywhere and lost her consciousness. — Everett stared at Delilah. He could not believe she just came between his training. He was in training a moment ago. His men were throwing stakes and he dodged them. But when he heard Delilah's scream, he lost his concentration and one of the stakes pierced his stomach. However, he felt her running towards him. So he opened the blindfold immediately. He was late because she had already been injured by one of the stakes. He got mad at her. It was dangerous and she should not have come here. What surprised him was, she was wounded yet she still thought about his wound.

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?"

"You hid your face in every interview with just your eyes showing! Did you really think we came here to thank you? Don't kid yourself. Someone like you deserves to burn in hell!" By the time everyone had finished taking it out on me, I was covered in bruises and scratches. There wasn't a single spot on me that didn't hurt. My clothes were torn to bits, and I was lying there, half-naked, on the floor. I yanked the tablecloth off a table and wrapped it around me, trying to pull myself toward the bathroom to patch myself up. That was when I heard Matthew comforting Melanie nearby. "Matt, they're not going to turn me in after all that, right? I swear I didn't mean for this to happen. I just mixe

He finally had a little space to himself, as he quickly rolled to the side while using a Chinese get-up technique to recover back on his feet. He leaped back up again to get more distance, before squinting his eyes a bit to adjust to his current uneven sight due to the deep dash on his face. The cut to his face, despite not directly impacting his eye succeeded in blinding his left eye, as the eye remained shut from the force directed at his face. His last still functioning eye seemed just like a parch up, as the blood flowing from his face clouded his view. The pictures transmitted to his brain were all painted with a bloody hue, as it seemed like he transmigrated into a world facing an apoc

I folded, coughing so hard my stomach cramped. Someone grabbed my face and I flinched violently, the world tilting as I was forced upright and the blindfold ripped off. Light burned my eyes and I winced, blinking hard through the blur. Everything doubled. My vision was shit without glasses—smears of shadows and color. But one thing stood out. A man. Massive. Buzzed hair. Covered in ink. Crouching low in front of me, studying me like I was meat on a slab. His fingers dug into my chin and tilted my head to the side.

Carlson: "And now I’ve got the Vetro Coupe. Worth it, I guess." Randy froze. His eyes blurred as he scrolled further messages filled with laughter, disbelief, teasing congratulations. Every word cut deeper than the last. He was the dare. A challenge. A bet Carlson had won. The love he thought was real, every kiss, every promise, every whisper I trust you was nothing but a game. His chest ached so violently it almost felt physical. Tears fell before he even realized he was crying. He pressed a hand to his mouth to keep from sobbing out loud, afraid of waking him afraid of facing the truth in Carlson’s eyes.

My name is Kiara Weeks. Before the car crash, I was a modestly well-off graduate, but the aftermath of the accident drained my parents' inheritance, and I was left a blind woman. The doctor reassured me that the condition was temporary. Still, I had a feeling that period could last anywhere from six months to my whole life. Thanks to the car crash, I started to truly appreciate how precious friendship and love were. If it weren't for my boyfriend, Michael Rivera, and my best friend, Laura, I'd never have gotten over the hurdle.

That day left me blinded for life, it left me scarred and it left me to the event that changed my whole life around. Two years had gone by since I was left blinded by that hunter's trap. My parents didn't care when I came home, bumping into things, with blood on my face. Over the course of two years, I had healed but my sight was lost forever, it was during this time that I began to rely on my hearing and soon I adapted to the black void that would always be with me. It was also during this time that I began to hear my parents whisper things about the upcoming winter, getting rid of their mistake, and finally hoping that they'd be set free of it. Somehow I knew they were talking about me but

I was already partially blind without my glasses, the dim lighting only worsened the situation. Dara had gone out again to receive some call and everytime she came back, her mood worsened. She became agitated. She’d given me two kicks in the ribs because I had breathed too loud, sending me sprawling on the floor. I was hurting everywhere but my survival was paramount. I wasn’t sure anyone was coming to save me so, I had to save myself, if there was even any chance at all that I was going to make it.

Mike took a sip of coffee, "He used Avery to sire his children. Normal men won't do something as ruthless as that." Chad did not dare to refute. If what Avery said was true, then his boss was a scumbag. "Did you know how fragile Avery was after an accident to her eyes?" Mike looked into his eyes, "You usually feel anxious when you can't find your glasses. You say you feel blind without glasses, but that's different from true blindness. At least you can see a blurred image; Avery can't see anything." Chad pursed his lips, and his face turned cold.