Love Is Blind Season 4: Micah Novels & Stories

Micheal exclaimed as he hugged me tightly. “I’m so sorry Laura but you need to understand! I would hate for you to find out later… after…” I sobbed harder, everyone’s warning making more sense. How could I have been so blind? Was this what they meant by love is blind? “Laura…” Micheal whispered his voice pained and full of regret. I pushed him away, he looked at me hurt but gave me room. I breathed in deeply steading my emotions again. “I need to talk to him,” I muttered out, a piece of my heart still refused to believe his words. My mind screamed at me that he was right but I couldn’t shake the second thought that this was all a misunderstanding. Micheal stared at me for a moment before nod

The storm she’d summoned last night had left streaks down the hill. “She said you exiled him,” she murmured. “I did.” “You didn’t even ask his name.” I let her feel the full weight of that. “It was Micah.” Her hand tensed on the dirt. “Then you knew, and you still—” “He was sleeping in the heirloom garden. He’d marked her in the old sanctuary. Do you know how many laws that breaks?” “He loved her.” “And love undoes law?” “No,” she snapped, standing now, staring down at me like she wanted the sky to fall again, “but law without love is cowardice.”

"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

“But Micah is dead.” He nods, his head gently moving across my stomach, then turns his head to look up at me with unshed tears lining his eyes. “I told you I thought there was someone else behind this, didn’t I? Everything is like a blur right now and I don’t know what to think. If they want the mad dog back –”

His arms are crossed, his suit jacket thrown on the arm chair beside him. My eyes drag down his body. His shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a blank stare in his face. He’s pissed. Or is it disappointment? Either way, I hate that it’s aimed at me. “Micah, h-hey—” “Do you still love him?” He pushes off the wall, hands buried in his slacks. The heart monitor catches the spike in my heart. “What? No.” “Okay.” I frown. “Micah—”

Kryon then removes his wrist from above her mouth and leans down over her, and just before his lips meet with hers, he whispers. “I love you, my Beloved.” Kryon and Cleo are soon surrounded by Alexander, Margret, Chris, Harlen and the few other high noble vampires who could fit into the private garden, their eyes going wide in shock as they watch the purple-blue ribbon of light surrounding Kryon and Cleo get brighter and brighter.

Micah growls in frustration and runs his hand through his hair, never taking his arm from around me. "No. This is your pathetic bid to become Luna. You need to drop this. I will NEVER accept Hannah's rejection. She's the one I want. She's the one I love!" He screams before his eyes widen when he realizes what he said. He looks down at me nervously, but I give him a reassuring smile in response, pushing myself to my toes to press my lips against his. He returns my kiss eagerly, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against him. I pull away when Jasmine snarls at us again and throw her an annoyed, withering look. "I could just reject her." Micah says to me and I roll my eyes.

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.

I walked out of the room, note in hand, and spotted Anna just coming around the corner with a cup of coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. I waited next to the door and as she approached and noticed me, her face that was once stern and seemingly uncaring grew worried as she asked, "Nathan what's wrong?" When I didn't answer immediately she immediately assumed the worse and asked, "Did... did he reject you?" I looked at her with widened eyes at that and shook my head no before answering her previous question, "Anna I don't think he can see." I said my voice but a mere whisper. When she gave me a questioning look, I handed her the note that she read slowly before giving me a look of

RED “My name is Micah and I am in love with you Red. Stop this thing you do and let me take care of you,” the young man said confidently. I slowly got up from the bed. My eyes never left Micah’s dark ones. I knew exactly what I was about to do. This Micah guy wouldn’t even remember what he wanted by the time I was done with him. I gently pulled one strap of my bra off my shoulders and took my time to roll the second one off, all the while keeping my eyes on him.