Is Dante From You Blind In Real Life Novels & Stories

In one smooth motion, he spun toward Dante's blind spot, moving faster than any human should have been able to. But vampires were faster. Dante's hand shot out like a striking snake, catching Blake's wrist before the needle could make contact. His red eyes gleamed with dark amusement as his fingers tightened around Blake's arm. "It's about time," Dante said, his voice carrying centuries of patient cruelty. "I've been waiting for you to try this." Blake's face went pale as he realized his surprise attack had failed completely. "You knew," Blake whispered with his mouth filled with water, his hybrid strength useless against Dante's iron grip.

Need a new suit. “Who sent you?” I asked, voice low, clipped. He shook his head fast, eyes wide, face covered in dirt and blood. “Non lo so! Io—” I slammed a hand beside his head, making him flinch. “Say it.” He broke then. “Dante! È stato Dante!” My chest went still. I already knew the answer. Knew the bastard was trying to take what was mine—but trying to kill me? In our grandfather’s home? That, I did not expect.

he probed. My gaze forcefully trailed up from the movement of his fingers on the zip of his pants, “That’s not… Not what I’m talking about.” “Then what?” Despite the fact that we hadn’t concluded on the conversation, Dante got up from the bed and for a moment I thought he was angry, but every single word stuck to my throat faded so easily when he tugged his pants down and I saw the intricate, and neat font two word line tattoo below his hip bone. I could only see the first word which read: ‘Sin.’

“I’m perfectly aware of who she is and what she’s capable of. But she’s mine, Luca. And no one—no one—gets to tell me otherwise.” Luca wasn’t deterred. He took a step forward, his voice dropping to a more serious register. “You’re blind, Dante. You think you’ve won her, but you’ve only chained yourself to her. What if she turns on you again? What if you end up losing everything because of her?”

Fuck, I miss Dante. I'm ready to go home. ******************************************

A husband or a son. She walked to the window, looking out over the dark lawn. A single flash of lightning illuminated a figure standing by the fountain. Dante. He was looking up at her window, his face a mask of cold, unblinking hatred. He raised his hand, two fingers mimicking a gun, and pulled the phantom trigger. Bianca didn't flinch. She watched him melt back into the shadows. “God damn you, Dante,” she whispered, her forehead leaning against the cold glass.

I repli sassily, loving how her face contorted into that of disgust from hearing my voice. “You wait and see. I’ll make sure that he divorces you and leave you as the church rat that you are”. Dante’s mother spat out. I laughed hard at the expectations she had of Dante and wondered if she even knew her son at all. Also it was funny at how she felt I had no money of my own. Well, I couldn’t blame her for being left out in the loop. Poor old woman was blind and couldn’t see a thing. “It must be really tough as a blind person. You can’t even keep up with what goes on around you. What a pity”. I said to her.

I tried not to act like I was curious to know. “I mean didn’t you know that Dante was sleeping around with different women? I have a lot of videos of them. I think you’d like them.” He took his phone out and showed me a picture of two people in a room. It was Dante and the lady looked familiar. I think I saw her at the party earlier today, Dante and Savanna. I had known about Savanna from one of those classes I had with Dante, she’s the brand ambassador of one of the wines that the King empire produces.

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?"

'Our mate bond with Calista is true and genuine, and I don’t think she ever cheated on you, because our mate's bond with her never wavered, not even for once. ‘How can you say that she never cheated on me? Can’t you see the clear evidence?’ I blurted out with rage; I had forgotten that I couldn't see. ‘SHIT! I mean, how can my seeds be tawny, it doesn’t make any sense at all. She probably exploited the fact that we are blind to get the deek of a tawny bastard… or am I not satisfying her enough???'