Love Is Blind Novel Novels & Stories

“Oh, look how horrible you've gotten.” I looked down at the overcoat still hiding the poorly sewn lingerie under it. I looked back up at her and smiled. “Please tell me you've finally decided to leave that scumbag,” she asked. I wondered how everyone saw it but me. Everyone knew Julian was a jerk or a scumbag, and I was just oblivious to that fact. I guess the saying, ‘Love is blind,’ is really true. I folded my lips and slowly nodded. Her lips parted, a rough breath brushing against my face with how close she was. She blinked and tilted her head with widened eyes.

After opening it and reading the contents, his face instantly turned deathly pale. I wrote, "Sebastian, I already know the truth about what happened back then. I know that Carl had deliberately switched the eye drops, and how you pushed me to take the blame for Jolene. "You once swore to my late mother that you would love only me for the rest of your life. Now, you've slept with Jolene and driven me out of our home. From now on, let us each live our own lives peacefully. "I have already left. Don't look for me anymore."

he asked himself, his dark black eyes had no ripples in them as nobody knew what he was thinking, thinking about the past event he smiled as he slowly closed his eyes as he allowed sleep to carry him away. Meanwhile, in Rachael's house, she was lying on her bed thinking about the past, and how she had fallen in love at first sight with Alex, "I was the one who that claimed that there was nothing like love at first sight, but now I am a victim of it" how laughable she laughed at herself.

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.”

Raven gestured to his legs, still covered by the blanket. Gia wanted to throw something at Raven’s face to wipe off his smug, condescending smile. "How could someone blind and paralyzed still be so confident?" she thought. “I still need my privacy, Mr. Lindgren. I can’t possibly—” “What privacy can’t you have here? I’m blind, Gia. I wouldn’t see or enjoy it even if you danced a naked tango in front of me.” Gia blushed furiously. There was no need to bring up the topic of naked tango to highlight his blindness. And just like last night, Gia found herself unable to counter Raven’s absurd demands. His skill in arguing far exceeded hers, possibly one reason he was such a successful

"Oh, and about the invitation, you were talking about earlier. I will make a plan that there is no couple name or photo of us either on the invitation card or in the wedding room. Let people accept it as a new concept of modern style marriage. That's what I mean by blind wedding because the guests don't know the identity of my groom." The more he listened, the more confused Argus felt with the concept of marriage proposed by July, but he did not dare to interrupt the explanation of the woman he loved so much. Seeing her who was so excited about planning their wedding at this time, automatically made a smile on his face shine brightly. Never had he felt this happy, staring intently at every p

"You're very nosey but I haven't found anyone I could settle down with. As for kids, I'm not sure I want to bring children into this world with all this sadness and crime that we have. What about you, do you want to get married and have kids?" She swam away from him before stopping. "I used to think about getting married and having kids but me being blind who would want me and how could I take care of my baby in my condition?" "Don't sell yourself short, many women are blind or can't walk but they raised a family with no trouble." She swam over to him and she put her arms around his neck. "Do you want to make love to me?" He removed her arm From his neck. "Hold on a minute, where did this co

He held a silver-tipped cane in his right hand, standing with a rigid, imposing posture that radiated pure power and absolute coldness. The quiet whispers of the high-society crowd buzzed in Avery's ears as she walked. "Poor girl, marrying a cripple..." "He used to be a genius, now he’s just a blind monster..." "I heard he’s ruthless. The accident made him completely mad..." Avery blocked them out, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Step by step, she forced her legs to move toward the altar. When she finally reached him, her hand was trembling violently.

“I would like to know why he did it, why he risked his family and my mother’s happiness for something he knew could never happen.” He laughs silently. “In a way, I think you can understand how he felt. The saying ‘love is blind’ is a very true phrase, when someone loves another deeply enough, it can blind them to all the negative things surrounding them and only want to focus on the good. They don’t want to think about the inevitable future, they want to live in the blissful moment they are in.” “Are you referring to Isaac and I?” Amira frowns.

A face that had learned to play blind so well it had started forgetting which side of the game it was on. I whispered it to the box, to the air, to the God I didn’t believe in anymore: “So this is what love costs.” No one answered. I folded the blindfold gently. Reverently, almost. The way you fold an old lover’s shirt no one going to wear again but you can’t quite throw it out. I placed it in the back drawer—next to the gun I wasn’t supposed to know how to use and the envelope I wasn’t ready to burn. Not because I was afraid.