Hxh Blind Box Novels & Stories

The office was completely quiet. "Not anymore," he said. Very carefully. "No," I said. He said nothing for a long moment. His phone buzzed. Then again. Then three times. He picked it up. Read whatever was on the screen. His face did something I hadn't seen before. Not the cold blank. Not the controlled nothing. Something sharper and less managed. "Damien," I said. "What." He handed me the phone. I read the screen. Marcus. *Hale just held a press conference. He's responding to Victoria's piece. Damien. He's not talking about Noah anymore. He's talking about the procedure. He knows about Zurich. He knows about the fifty percent. He named Dr Anand.*

“But this was the best sex I’ve ever had, you were amazing.” She felt herself blushing. “I was thirteen when I lost my sight and have never seen a man’s penis so I have no idea what one looks like, or feels like in my hand. Would you mind if I touch it?” He chuckled, remembering when she felt his face and chest the first time he met her and was curious about what she would do with him in her hand. “Sure, go ahead.” He laid back with his hands behind his head and let her do whatever she wanted.

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?"

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Will she be able to triumph over principalities? This is the story of The Blind Luna. ★★★ Annaliese Dayton is an eighteen year old blind shewolf from Clear Waters pack. Born to the delta, the third in command of the pack, she is the second child and the only girl of the family. Eric Dayton, the first born is four years older than her and her being the middle child is two years older than her twin brothers, Marcus and Matthew. Her Dad, being the delta of the pack loves to brag about Eric to everyone and anyone who cares to listen.

I felt scared and disoriented, wandering aimlessly in the darkness. Suddenly, I heard a voice—the same voice I’d heard on my first day at school. “Hello! Hello, who’s there?” I called out, but the voice didn’t respond. Instead, more voices joined in, chanting, “Prisca, the new moon will reveal the truth. Open your heart, open your soul, and the power within you will unveil your gift. Your gift will protect the unseen, the hidden.”

"I'd forgotten about it. Bought it from a souvenir shop at the church. Ten bucks for three. It looked nice, so I grabbed some. Since you like picking up other people's trash, it's yours." I ignored her frozen smile and walked off. Steve shot her a glare and hurried after me. His voice trembled with heartache. "Tabitha, don't hold it in. I know you're hurting. Remember those 'blind boxes' I made of all the eligible young heirs in the city? You can draw one at random. Whoever you pick, I'll tie him up and bring him to you tomorrow. I guarantee he'll be better than Karl." I said nothing, letting him drag me back to my room. Sure enough, stacks of boxes were piled there. He hadn't been joking.

His red eyes were also bewildered by the stranger’s action. I swallowed to wet my dried throat. It was a few moments before I could drag my eyes toward my hand that held the red flower. I swallowed hard, again. “But I suppose he’s right,” Ponpon said quietly. “It’s going to boost your healing power, Xerra. You might indeed need it tomorrow. Well, I mean the guabula. Not the kiss that the stranger just gave you…” I flicked his tiny mouth to shut him up. “Aww! That hurt!” he complained. His eyes blazed as he looked at me.

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

"What are you two talking about? You look so happy." "It's a recent trend to buy blind boxes. I went and bought one. We're just trying to guess what's inside," Cece explained with a smile. "Vicky, why don't you give it a guess?" "Is there a general criterion?" Vicky asked. Cece took out a poster and said, "There are a lot of themes, like cartoons, fairy tales, ballroom, horror... Just a lot of them." "What are you guessing?" "I'm guessing a stuffed animal," Cece said.