Is Dante From You Blind In Real Life 소설 & 이야기

Arturo reluctantly retracted his eyes, with bitterness in his mouth. He and Renee have known each other for a while now,he had met her before Dante met her. In the end, it was just destiny. If you missed it, then you missed it, and there was nothing you could do... Dante pressed Renee in the bed directly, and it took a long time for him to pull away from her soft lips. His hot breath spurted on her face, and his voice was deep and hoarse. "I’m Dante. You are not dreaming. I am Dante in real life."

I don’t need to worry about my prints being on anything, as I have the latest tech on my fingertips that conceals them. I smile as I dance some more. As I twirl, I bump into a hard chest. I stumble back and look up, ready to tell the dickhead to watch where they are going, only for the words to die in my throat. Dante Fanucci. “Steady, I apologise. I wasn’t looking where I was going when you twirled into my path.” He says his voice is deep and smooth, his hands are on my waist and my ovaries jump. Yes, I know how drop dead gorgeous this man is. I’m a hot-blooded woman, after all. But then again, even a blind woman would know how gorgeous he is.

That at least gave me the strength to want to keep going. "Believe it or not, neonata...” Dante whispered, running his finger over my lower back “I am even luckier knowing that I have a mate who is more than willing to stand strong beside me, fighting the battles that we both know are painful. You didn’t lose yourself or your morals despite everything that you’ve seen and been through, and that only proves to me how beautiful your heart is”

Momentarily I made my eyes to wander from the ground to the bed then for the first to him. It was Aiden, I think since I’ve never had anyone confirm his appearance. My blood boiled seeing the stupid blind fold and I lost it completely. I lived more than half my life in darkness, now I was going back there again? Hell no! “No!” I stated adamantly. “What?” he asked though his words felt less than a question. “I said no, ” I repeated. "I spent my life in darkness I won’t-“ He stepped closer to me. “Why the hell do you believe I care how you spent your life?”

He did but I never believed him because it felt too much of a lie , because whatever Helena told me was so detailed that I couldn’t believe how someone actually imagine some random fantasies in such detailed manner . “ But what I never told you was that I actually did do all those things “ continued Dante which only confused me even more however before I could ask what he meant , he went on “ its just that I did it for someone else . I never looked at Helena , not once - she wasn’t someone I would like ever . Thus , when I started pursuing some other girl , she was really upset - like you already said her obsession wasn’t something that just popped up all of a sudden , it has always been the

Why would a blind man choose something so visual? Unless he remembers. Unless he refuses to let the dark win. I don’t know how long I stand there. Then— “What are you doing here?” The voice slices through the silence. Low. Calm. Controlled. I spin around. Desmond Blackwood stands near the door. My heart nearly stops. I don’t hear it open. I don’t hear him move. He stands tall in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. His white cane, detailed with subtle gold swirls, rests in his left hand. Dark lenses shield his eyes, his expression unreadable.

Dante asked and Mireille realized that she had not checked it. "Is what why you decided to go on a blind date?" Dante picked her from his side and dropped her onto her knees in front of his hard cock. Mireille subconsciously licked her lips and gulped down. Dante fisted his cock once more and began to jerk it off in front of Mireille's face. "Madonna" he groaned. "I asked a question, Princess" "It was fake. There was no blind date" her hands slid down her body to find her wet pussy but she stopped her hand on her mound, recalling that her pussy no longer belonged to her.

Of course it did. Dove was right. "Dove was right, Dove was right, Dove was right," the thought looped through me. Maybe I deserved this for being stupid enough to end up here. Through my agony, I could still see the other side of the separate room romantically set up. My jaws dropped to the floor when it opened and she walked in playfully dragging someone. I don't know what I expected. Some stranger, maybe. Standing in full flesh and blood was Dante with his shirt was open and untucked, hanging off his shoulders, the tattoo of my face and name clearly visible across his chest, a bottle of wine in his hand. He was smiling as Risa seductive ran her hands all over him.

"That underwater sanctuary... I opened my veins to feed those beasts... I died in the freezing ocean. It was real, wasn't it? You came back too, didn't you!" He had finally remembered everything from the past life. Standing in the shadows, I admitted it coldly. "Yes, Dante. So? What's your point?" "Sophia, I'm sorry... I was such an animal..." He struggled to sit up and grab my hand, but the movement pulled at his severe back injuries, making his face turn deathly pale. "In my past life, I was blind. In this life, even if I have to go to hell, can you give me another chance? Let me make it up to you..."

“Cut the act. If you’re really blind, a hospital can confirm it.” Across the hall, Curtis Lowe's voice faltered for a split second before rising again. “She’s lying! She’s just trying to get out of this! How could she be blind? Every night, she stands by the window, watching me!” Halfway through his rant, his eyes landed on my empty sockets. His voice trembled, and his words lost their edge. “That’s disgusting! Seriously disgusting!” His shout stirred the crowd again. “Exactly! She’s faking it!”