Love Is Blind Mark Cuevas Novels & Stories

Finally unable to stand it anymore, the enraged Blythe slashed his knife across Mark's eyes. "Ah!" Mark's piercing wail cut through the air. Ignoring the blood streaming from his eyes, he groped frantically across the ground, desperate to flee. However, the onlooking crowd pelted him with trash. "Scumbag! So what if you're rich? People like you deserve to go to hell!" "Hah! He's not the rich one. His wife is! He's nothing but a vile and malicious murderer!" The trash smacked into the blinded Mark, preventing his escape.

came the muffled response. As she tea bagged my balls, licking them clean, I peeled the voice disguiser off of my throat. "Okay, you can take the blindfold off." She paused. She sat up straight and slowly pulled the blindfold off. She looked up at me. Shock and horror raced across her face. "Mark?! M-M-Mark?! How...you...you...what the..."

She was still thinking with her eyes closed then suddenly one notification flashed on her tablet. She opened her eyes at the speed of light and picked up the tablet to check the notification. And it was her brother like friend Ivaan, her boyfriend in imagination. "Hi, did you get well?" The first from him. "Yes." She smiled ghostly while staring at the screen because she felt like a queen after seeing someone caring about her. But wait, doesn't others care for her but she only thinks Ivaan is one caring for her. Love is blind , now we can see.

It felt like my heart had been ripped out all over again and there was nothing I could do to ever get it back, this time it was gone forever, and I knew there was nothing which could be done. Why? Because Mikee was renewing his wedding vows.

The questions tumbled out of me in a cascade of pain and bewilderment. Percival leaned in, his hesitation palpable as he reached out, only to pull back slightly, wary of my volatile reaction. His voice trembled, thick with raw emotion, as he tried to bridge the chasm between us. "I do love you, you know!" he pleaded, tears evident in his eyes. "I'm absolutely certain! You’re my buddy, Edeline. These marks we share make it clear that I don’t regret giving you my mark. I just wish it were under different circumstances." His voice rose, a mixture of incredulity and deep sorrow, as his blue eyes, blurred with tears, seemed to grasp the depth of my anguish.

The line was drawn, and Brian, with his naive request, had just crossed it. The bitterness in my heart overflowed, a tidal wave threatening to engulf me. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the image of Brian standing before me. "Don't you get it?" I choked out, my voice thick with emotion. "There's no way I can let you in after everything." The words scraped against my raw throat, each syllable a testament to the pain he'd caused. The man I thought I knew, the one I'd opened my heart to, was a stranger now. And the door that once swung open with trust now stood firmly shut, the lock heavy with betrayal.

“The blind one? I’m all for looking out for you bro but asking me to fuck her is too much even for me. Yeah, I know this is your only shot at getting Lucy Petrakis in your sheets but isn’t there another way? Fine I’ll do it you owe me Eddie” “Shit, she just left with some dude. I might not have gotten a kiss from her and she might be blind but fuck me she’s hot, so fucking hot. She gave me her address bro; I’m thinking I’ll shoot my shots get her into my bed before the end of the week. You think her pussy will be tight? I know it’ll be; no one would bang a blind woman that’s for sure. I guess I’ll be the first one to do so. Hey I saw you moving to the VIP lounge with Lucy, damn save some for

* * * On the other hand, a man who has been blinded by love is sitting in his office watching a video showing Azkia enjoying his lunch menu. Mark smiled, remembering that tomorrow he would be able to meet Azkia, not just meet, but tomorrow Azkia would be his. "I love you very much Azkia," said Mark, then after that, he kissed Azkia's photo, a photo that he always put on his desk. * * *

His eyes were red and only configured a blurred image to the receptors. “Maybe it’s still nighttime.” Mark slater comforted himself. The door closes back. “Why do you leave me alone, wretched on a table? I still need you! Maybe offer me a woman’s sweet second chance.” Mark Slater felt as if he had lost the most precious thing he ever won. The hurtful feeling tormented his heart. The woman’s sweet poison had anchored and spread through his veins. The love poison. He nearly wept.

"I, Mark Owen Slay, reject you, Mason Stanford, as my fated mate. From this day, I cut off all ties with you in the presence of the spirit of the moon goddess who sees everything.” Immediately when his words ended, Mason howled and fell on his knees. Mark grabbed the closest wall for support. To be honest, I feel so sorry for Mark, but I know whatever happened was for the best. Mason is a douch and Mark deserves more than that. I hope the goddess grants him a second chance at love. Mark inhaled and exhaled heavily as his shoulders dropped in defeat. The look of pain and betrayal crossed his features. “Thank you for saving me from being blinded by love” he utters to me and wipes his face with