Love Is Blind Rules Novels & Stories

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

10 RULES OF OUR LOVE LOLA'S POV I couldn't believe my ears. Maybe I hadn’t heard right, because there was no way.. “Dad, what did you just say? What do you mean by that?” There was no way, no way in hell I was in love with my brother. No way, I was already legally married to him. “This is crazy Dad, tell me you are lying. This is some kind of joke..” I cried out, jerking my dad on his wheelchair.

Luckily, Michael reminded her, or else she might end up talking nonsense again. Although Edward James did not see Clara, the woman sitting with him saw her. The woman looked straight at Clara when she was still looking at him. It startled Clara. On the contrary, her body began to heat up and her mood was uneasy as if she had just been caught by the woman doing her bad deeds. “I thought you said you’d heard of Edward James, so you should know.” Clara wanted to forget what had just happened, so she talked to Michael. “Know what?” “Edward James is a blind man. He’s blind so he can’t see me.”

"Because when I'm with you, I feel something I haven't felt in years. You make me want to be better. To try harder. To actually live instead of just exist." "Richard..." "I know you're scared. I'm scared too. But I think we could be something amazing if you'll give us a chance." She closes her eyes, and I can see the war happening inside her. Logic versus desire. Safety versus risk. When she opens her eyes again, the decision is made. "Okay." "Okay?" "Let's try this. Whatever this is. But we have rules." "Name them." "No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office."

“Winner gets one favor from the loser. Anything.” “Define ‘anything,’” Sean said suspiciously. “Don’t worry, I’m not making you do my laundry,” Yvo replied. “Yet.” Sean sighed. “Fine. What’s the game?” Yvo looked around and spotted the salt and pepper shakers. “Simple. First one to flick this napkin ring and make it land upright wins.” Sean smirked. “You’re on.” Lareina and Lucy exchanged amused glances as the two began their impromptu match. The first few tries ended in laughter and groans. Sean’s ring rolled off the table, Yvo’s fell flat, and Lareina quietly kept score like a referee.

In every picture of the two of them, the love appeared genuine, and there was no sign of the lie which Mikee tirelessly insisted he was living with her. "There are times in life when you have to do things, not for yourself, but for the people around you. Loving Sandra is easy, even easier when I imagine it's you that I'm looking at and not her." "Me? Ha. Like I believe that." I could fall for his words, not when this was goodbye, and not when I was leaving without having told him the secret I was supposed to have told him. "Believe what you like, Aria, but I love you." And it's surprising just how much damage those words can do to a person.

He dropped her onto the black silk sheets and followed her down, his weight a heavy, welcome pressure. "I’m going to make you forget your name," he whispered against her throat. "I’m going to make you forget whose daughter you are." He reached for the silk tie he had left on the bed earlier. He didn't use it to bind her hands this time. Instead, he used it to cover her eyes. "The Blindfold Rule," he murmured as he tied the knot behind her head. "If you can't see me, you can't judge me. You can only feel what I do to you."

rule 2 : Do not date anyone secretly. rule 3 : You are not allowed to look at any man. rule 4 : You must obey your husband . rule 5 : We should be a lovey dovey couple infront of everyone. rule 6 : No intimate touch. “Sign this too" He said and she humbly obliged. “Rule 6 can be changed if you want." He added and she gulped. “No.” She replied and he smirked. “You’re a devil in disguise”She grumbled underneath her breath and he glanced suspiciously at her. She swiftly turned away.

He stared at me, as if nudging me to nod my head in compliance. "Rule Number Four: We get to see only when I request for your presence. Rule Number Five: You can't hold my hands." He paused, and I thought he was done with it. "..and finally, Rule Number One is very important. You must not fall in love with me." "What if you fall in love with me?" I heard him chuckle at my question. "You wish. That's not going to ever happen." I caught a glimpse of a smirk on his face. How could someone be this perfect, despite his arrogant demeanor, he still looked devastatingly handsome.

he whispered. She smiled as she turned. "Hello, Casper. Are you having a good time?" "I think you know I'm not." She arched an eyebrow and looked at him over the rim of her glass. “Do I?” Casper snatched a flute from a passing waiter and focused his full attention on her. It was everything she could do not to gasp under his intense inspection. He undressed her in front of a room full of people. He had amazing eyes, and they were currently devouring her, penetrating beneath the modest evening gown she'd picked. She felt naked.