Is Dante From You Blind In Real Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

the blond said again, same tone, same stupid confidence. Dante looked down at me. "You are such a headache," he said, low, almost to himself. Then he looked back at the blond. "Then let's play." And before I could process his words, Dante Punched him

“Mhm.” “You’re annoying.” “And you hit people.” He said. “You deserved it,” I added. Surprisingly, the man laughed despite still looking mildly injured and annoyingly he was actually kind of attractive when he smiled. “I’m Dante, by the way,” he said finally. “Before you attack me again.” I hesitated before answering. “Zara.” “I know.” That made me pause. “You do?” He gave me a look. “You live in Matteo’s house. You think nobody talks?”

His eyes has a striking resemblance to those of someone she knows. To satisfy her curiosity, she asked, "Dante, where are you from?" "Oh...I'm from Saint Hok." "Mhm. How about your parents? Are they still alive?" This question seemed out of context for Dante. Even the others wondered why she saw suddenly interested in that. "My mum is still alive but my dad isn't." "Oh..I hope you don't mind me ask ing you these. I just wanna know more about the cute guy who came with my son." Dante blushed, "you flatter me, ma'am."

“Are you insane?” Blair was the first to leap up. “Do you really want to go and get yourself killed?” All of them looked at me with a mix of confusion and pity. “I need to confirm something. Wait for my news,” I said, ignoring their admiring expressions as I stood up and left immediately. So far, I was the most puzzled of everyone. After all, I was still Dante’s secret lover. Not long ago, we had been inseparable. He had once told me that I was the love of his life, and the ring had fit my finger perfectly.

When I calmed down, I walked back to the heart of the club, but before I could reach our section, I saw Dante locked in a very heated exchange with a younger man who seemed to look a little like him. The resemblance was striking—dark hair, tall build, and a similar intense presence that could hold a room’s attention. This had to be his younger brother, Reuben. I approached quietly, not wanting to interrupt, but Reuben’s voice carried over the music and conversation until his words halted me in my tracks. "I can't believe you actually brought that traitorous bitch over here to meet Mother. What the fuck are you thinking, Dante?" !!Authors note!! Shout out to Katita- Souza 2

HE IS WAY OUT OF MY LEAGUE! I don’t remember much from our bar date. Like, I remember that he was THE MOST BEAUTIFUL man that I’ve ever seen and that I couldn’t stop complaining about my life and sister. Then when he texted me to remind me he is coming here, wrote his name and I googled it, I kind of almost choked. My fake date is Dante Evans. And who the hell is Dante Evans, you might ask? Ha. He is an actor. Like, the guy is a super popular actor who plays superheroes in movies. He is rich. Handsome. Funny and did I mention his abs?

Waylon hummed as he continued his assault. “What are you doing?” Dante asked as he tried to get up. Waylon pushed him back down as he answered, “Eating your ass.” Dante blushed hearing his words, clearing his throat he asked, “Why can I not see anything?” “Because I took your sight away from you,” Waylon said as he sat up on his knees, he lined himself up with Dante’s entrance and looked down at his mate. He grabbed both of Dante’s wrists who frowned then gasped and arched his back forward.