Love Is Blind Glow Up Novels & Stories

He's at the back seat doing a nightmarish rendition of Davido's Aye from back then. Together, they sound like a pack of hyenas. An angry pack of starved mutated hyenas. The girl beside me, the one that has a army camo bag and a pin-sized tribal-mark just above to her eye cringes, covering her ears. I want to, too, real talk. She belong to me and i belong to her o. Oh baby you go kill somebody. They say love is blind but i dey see am for your eyes oh. For your eyes o.

"I believe you're still blinded by love, darling. Tonight, you will understand that things don't always go how you want them to!" Gloria twisted her hands in the air, and an invisible rope tightened around me. She stepped closer, taunting me, "You see, after discovering that you're an aura bearer, I sought powers from the coven. They granted me limited abilities, but they will become permanent once you're gone. I relish the pain you'll experience before I kill you." I struggled relentlessly, attempting to break free from the invisible rope, but it seemed futile. The more I fought, the tighter it constricted around my body.

I figured he might be calling to explain himself or apologize. A mocking smile tugged at my lips as I answered, but instead of an apology, Cedric's voice came through harshly. "Why didn't you tell me your right eye was blind? Now, Celine is blind too. Are you happy now? Is it fun to mess with blind people? Come here and give her your left cornea." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. If someone didn't know better, they might think Cedric was Celine's husband. All of this suddenly made sense.

People were calling me a plagiarist and were attacking me on every social media platform I had. Additionally, the number one trending topic was #GenuisPaintressLeahRivers. It turned out Skyler had spent a fortune to make Leah's art show a trending topic. People were singing her praises in the comments and calling her an art prodigy. I tapped on the hashtag and looked at photos of Leah's art show. Due to my blurred vision, I stared at them for a long time until my left eye became sore. That was when I saw that most of her work, including the details and inspiration, were blatant copies of my work. Yet, everyone thought she was the victim.

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This kiss was sweet and innocent but full of trust, understanding, and promises. This was the love of His BLIND BEAUTY. . . Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️

Now, my monthly returns were in the five figures. I let out a cold laugh. "What makes you think I'd ever love a blind man?" He staggered, his face drained of all color as he stood there. Without a second glance, I dropped his "precious" painting into the trash and walked away, reaching for a fresh canvas. Under a bright spring sky, I would begin again. This was my new life.

Songs for this chapter; My Love - Westlife. Octavia I tried flicking my eyes open, but couldn't. It was difficult. It felt like I was smashed up and patched up. There was this stinging, peircing, uninterrupted pain on my back like I was being repeatedly stabbed with a knife fresh out of the fire. Everything was blank through out, before it'd represent white or black. I could feel nothing. But I did hear voices. Not all the time though.

I am not even referring to the way my eyes basically drank him in, because hey, I am not blind. The guy has a gorgeous body, and he knows it. No, I am referring to the way my heart did this stupid little, unwanted flutter in my chest. I get out of the shower and dry off. It takes me thirty minutes to do my hair and makeup. Using the provided blow dryer, my hair is voluminous afterward, so I part it down the middle and do a loose curl. My eye shadow is a smoky color - nothing fancy - with some nude lipstick and gloss to finish the look. This will be the best I can do and hope that it goes nicely with the dress Tarra bought.

I pressed harder, watching the red seep through my fingers. “Yeah…” he breathed, his eyelids fluttering like it cost him everything just to keep them open. “But I trust you, Beverly. Do something. Anything.” His trembling hand closed over mine, warm at that instant. “Please.” Then his grip slackened and his eyes went shut. For a second, everything went still as I waited for him to respond but then even after a few second nothing happened. “Adrian…” I called softly but then nothing a cold wave rushed through me almost immediately.