Is Arya Blind Novels & Stories

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, he dislikes Adrian.” “Yes. I am sure he does. As he should. Anyways, enough of this nonsense. Let’s get to the important matter. So, I am told you have developed your powers.” She smirked and there was a twinkle in her pretty violet eyes that sent a chill up my spine. Oh, hell. Here we go. “Maybe.” “Oh, do not be modest, Araya. Let us see them, then.” “Huh? You want me to use my powers?”

Strive to blank (0%) the Male Lead Hostile Host 019 ' Ara seems to hear system 019 silent mocking in the sentence it uttered in front of her. The white grey mist swayed in front of her slightly, hypnotizing her to strangle it to death! But who is Ara? She lost her emotions a long time ago, she only used the necessary emotion that can be used in her daily work, so she didn't mind the white grey mist irritating her and just let it be as it doesn't have a worth for her to pay attention to.

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

“Please don’t blame yourself for this-” “No, it’s not that…” she trails off, grabbing her upper left arm. “You were hit by a truck last week, and apparently, it was serious! But now… you’re only limping with a crutch? How? How is that possible?!” Oh, fuck. I keep on forgetting that Arya is human and doesn’t know about the existence of supernatural creatures like us. So, I have to do what I hate doing…lie.

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.

All I can inhale now is the smoke coming from it, and I have to clamp my lips hard to stop myself from taking more of it. But it feels like it's too late. I can hear it coming closer and closer and there is no way for me to escape. I just relax, waiting for all of it to happen. I think of all the people I would leave, and how little I contributed to getting justice for Arthur. . . . The creature hisses loudly, then it explodes into darkness. * * * Arya’s POV A scream escapes my mouth and when I open my eyes, I’m back in the hospital room with Arthur still lying back motionless and unresponsive. Except this time Duke Basset is holding me by the waist, helping me up since for some reason, I en

The young monk guides her forward, helping her settle onto a large velvet pillow in front of me. I look straight into her eyes as she raises her head. A little gasp takes me by surprise. Her eyes are this striking, cloudy grey color, completely unmoving. That's the exact moment I realize she is completely blind. Aryan sits perfectly still for a moment, her face incredibly peaceful. Then, she extends her weathered hand toward me. "Give me your hand, my child.” Her voice is incredibly soft. But a wave of nerves still hits me, and I look over at Cairo with wide, suspicious eyes.

He left without waiting for a reply. A few minutes later, Zameera stirred awake, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “Where’s Papa now?” “He’s still inside the room, baby. I think he’s still getting his medicine.” “Why was he bleeding so much?” Her little voice trembled with curiosity and fear. I forced a soft smile, brushing her hair back. “Sometimes… when blind people’s eyes try really hard to work again, they bleed a little. It’s like they’re fighting to see. The doctors are helping that fight.”

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.

“I’m not normal then.” “That’s the problem.” Silence stretches between us. He exhales. “Lately, you’ve been pushing too hard.” “I’m working, Gabriel.” “No, you’re trying to prove something.” My fingers hover over the keyboard. “Ardent Global is hesitating,” I say evenly. “Because of your blindness, it's obvious,” Gabriel replies bluntly. I appreciate that about him—he doesn’t sugarcoat. “They think closing a deal with us will lead to loss,” he continues.