Love Is Blind Mark Cuevas Novels & Stories

“Reinstate the engagement? A fake one?” “Yes. For three months. And during that time, you’ll need to convince his grandfather that you don’t want to get married immediately. Simply delay the wedding for those three months.” Vienna stared at her, processing the words. “Why? Because he’s blind now and needs me, after his so-called lover abandoned him?” she blurted out before she could stop herself. Kellie smiled faintly, realizing Vienna already knew the situation. “I’m only here to deliver his message. And it won’t be for free. Your mother needs surgery, and your sister needs money for her exams. If you agree, Mr. Alan will cover your mother’s operation and help with your sister’s education.”

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

Do you understand what that means for a man who has been blind for three years. I stared at my screen. He wants his first real look at you to be the moment, Daniel said. That’s what he’s waiting for. Not the procedure. Not the recovery. You. I put my phone down. Picked it up. Four weeks and six days, I typed. Four weeks and six days, Daniel said. And then Noah he is not going to stop. I put my phone face down on the desk. Sat back. Four weeks and six days and Damien Cole was in his office thirty feet away being completely assembled and controlled with his jaw tight and the Walsh file under his hand and a midnight phone call to his brother that said I need to see him like it was the simplest

She barely heard whatever discussion they had, more like they knew of her intention beforehand. Pablo Escobar, who had the same astonished look like Mark from the earlier occurrence, tugged out a small amount of air from his mouth as he proceeded to drop his glass of juice back on the table. “Yeah, I was meant to introduce you both anyway.....” There was a slight cough from Pablo Escobar, and he wiped his lips with a serviette. Then he continued. “Eva, this guy here is our partner and his name is Mark.” He pointed at Mark, who was sitting opposite them.

We love each other. I accepted his imperfections and he love my flaws... Indeed, love is blind because I fell in love to my obsess psycho stalker... I love you Bullet Davids. "Marry me Baby..." he whispered that make my heart stopped for a second.

But what if he got his surgery and now he can see everything perfectly? But wait? As he was blind, he never saw her face, which means he can't recognize her even if he really gets his eyesight back. But what if he can recognize her by her voice, and fragrance, after all, his sixth sense is superb. "See, she is again checking me out, I told you, she couldn't control herself by seeing me so fell unconscious in my arms! I wonder if she really fell unconscious or–" Shiv said to Alessandro and lastly smirked at her, she quickly diverted her gaze to Alessandro.

she said quietly. Another silence fell between them. Five years ago, they would always have late-night talks before bed. No matter how tired she was, Jade would make time to bond with the blind Zane. She didn’t want him to feel alone, especially since she spent most of the day working herself to the bone to save for his surgery. One night, he made her promise that she would be there when he regained his sight. She had said yes. But in the end, she broke that promise.

The sound of the ripping parchment is loud in the silent hall. Julian flinches again. I fold the pieces together and tear them again. I keep going until the document is nothing but a handful of white scraps. I open my fingers. The white pieces flutter down to the marble floor. They land on Marcella’s damp skirt. They land on Julian’s polished shoes. “Three years ago, I was blind,” I say to him. “I thought love was a duty. I thought if I bled enough for your people, you would finally see me as a human being.”

Levi and the warrior charged the nearest creatures, buying precious seconds, but the colossal being’s attention was fixed on Autumn, its voids-for-eyes glowing with hunger. “I trust you,” she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. She grabbed Gale’s hand, her silver light intertwining with his aura, a warmth spreading through her despite the chaos. “Do it.” Gale didn’t hesitate. He pulled her close, his lips brushing her forehead as he whispered the ancient words of the mate bond, his voice steady even as the world crumbled around them. “By the moon’s grace, I claim you, Autumn Callisto, as my mate, my heart, my forever.”

She recalled with painful clarity the image of Markos holding Bella's face, his words of love a dagger twisting in her chest. The memory played out in her mind like a cruel spectacle, each detail etched into her consciousness with vivid clarity. She could see the tender way Markos cradled Bella's face in his hands, the affection in his eyes as he whispered those three damning words: "I love you." A wave of anguish washed over Valeria, her chest tightening with the weight of betrayal. How could Markos, her beloved, utter those words to another, especially after everything they had shared? The thought was like a dagger to her heart, shredding the fragile remnants of her hope.