Love Is Blind Glow Up Novels & Stories

{Love is like that Gives me pain and leaves Love is like that Comes with the wind without a sound Come closer to me When loving someone Everything is similar to him Though it can make me get lost Love is like that Makes me cry and smile Love me again, even if am scared I won't run away Even if it hurts a little I still love you Please stand by me and let our love shine bright like the stars.....} **** After performing her second song for tonight, Clara was set to leave, she stepped into her dressing room with her mask still on.

His breath fell on Vienna's neck, and she turned her face to him, nervous, and strained her neck to create more distance between them. "You promised to let me go," she reminded him, stuttering. "Why are you afraid to stare into my eyes? They can't see you, anyway," he said, his cold voice sending a chill to her body. "Why would I be afraid to look? They are blind," she taunted him, but Alan laughed quietly instead, and Vienna was taken aback to see him do so for the first time. "This blind man can tell clearly the expression on your face right now," Alan retorted and raised his face to touch hers.

Slow glide. Deep. Full. We moved together. Gentle thrusts at first. Then harder. Raw. His hand found my throat. Light pressure. Dominance. “Mine.” “Yours.” He removed the blindfold halfway. I blinked up at him. Eyes locked. Love. Lust. Power. He reached for the vibrator again. Pressed it to my clit on medium. Thrust deeper. “Come now.” I shattered. Clenching around him. Crying out. He followed. Buried deep. Groaning my name.

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!

Sean paused for a while before replying, "Don't do that. She'll notice." "What if she notices?" "I'll kick you out." Sean grabbed Vivian by her chin. His eyes gleamed dangerously. Everyone knew that Sean loved me. He came from a wealthy family, yet he was willing to be cooped up in a small apartment to take care of me when I was blind for the past two years. Some people had told him to leave me be, but Sean said, "I love Rachel. Don't say that again if you still want to be friends." However, right then, I felt only disgust, seeing him covered in lipstick marks and scratches.

"Cihh, are you still defending her? Keenan, hasn't Gladys already broken up with you? She's already betrayed you by sleeping with someone else, she's also broken off her relationship with you. Do you still want to defend her? Come on Keenan, don't be blinded by love." Keenan looks smirking at what Yasmin just said. While putting his hands in his pants pocket, Keenan stepped forward to get closer to Yasmin "So it's true, you told Gladys to break up with me? Ckk Yasmin, Yasmin. You said I was too blinded by love? Then what about you? Haven't I told you many times, that I never liked you. I've also often asked you to stay away from me. But what did you do? You're still chasing after me. What is

His piercing gaze bore into mine, as if he could see right through me. In that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder—was Ethan truly blind? Everyone said he was partially blind, unable to recognize faces, but it felt like he could see everything. His eyes were striking, almost glowing. And contrary to the rumors, he wasn’t old. No, Ethan was a man in his prime—a powerful wolf at the peak of his dominance. “Unfortunately for you, you won’t be Mrs. Darnell for much longer,” he said coldly. “A shameless woman like you doesn’t deserve to be here.”

My heart tightened as a dense ache spread through my chest. In our second year together, Lindsey and I had watched "Buddy's Last Journey" at home. It was a classic tearjerker. I had gotten emotional, and my eyes reddened as I reached for a tissue. She had shoved me away in disgust. "Sorry, I'm a germaphobe. Please clean that up yourself." She went straight to the bathroom and scrubbed herself repeatedly, as if she had touched something toxic. A quiet, bitter laugh escaped me. Even a germaphobe like her could make exceptions.

Not blinding. But unmistakable. A soft, silvery light pulsed faintly beneath my skin, tracing my palms like living veins. “Oh my god,” I breathed. He reached out and took my hands. The glow flared instantly—brighter, warmer, spreading. “Well,” he said quietly, eyes fixed on them, “this must be the infamous glowy thing.” My pulse thundered. “How is this happening?” “And,” I added, panic creeping in, “why isn’t it stopping? Usually the second I realize it, it stops.”

“Boy, didn’t anyone teach you how? Lay your hands over the wound and imagine healing it.” I try again, this time, closing my eyes and will her to heal. My fingers become hot and begin to glow. I look down and see as the glow works its way through my hands until it reaches her head. Neveah stirs, and the glow fades. Nevaeh opens her eyes and frowns. “What happened?” She asks.