Marvel Blindfold Novels & Stories

I thought Alpha Gabriel had arrived first, but the chairs in the VIP room were still empty. The room was quite spacious, but there was only one round table with a plush sofa circling it. Instead of two separate chairs, the cushioned sofa was attached to the wall, as if designed specifically for an intimate setting. “Alexa, Alpha Gabriel instructed me to put this on you.” Harlow took out a long black cloth from his jacket pocket. “Put it on… you mean cover my eyes? Why?” I asked in confusion as he blindfolded me. My body trembled for a moment as memories flashed of how I was once kidnapped and blindfolded for an auction. It was even more terrifying when I couldn’t see anything and woke up wit

"It won't help you." He reaches out, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck. His palm is huge, calloused, and scorching hot. He forces my head back, exposing my throat. With his other hand, he produces a long, black silk blindfold. He ties it over my mask, tightening the knot until the world goes pitch black. The loss of my sight is like a physical blow. My other senses immediately flare to life, reaching out into the dark. I can hear the rustle of the audience’s silk robes. I can hear the crackle of the candles. I can hear the Guard’s heavy, deep breathing.

“But I’ll need you to trust me.” I stared at the blindfold, an unsettling tension twisting in my stomach. I had done this before with Olivine—games, surprises. He liked to take the lead, always with that charming arrogance, but something about today felt different. “What’s with the blindfold?” “Just trust me,” he said, his tone coaxing but firm. He stepped closer, and before I could say anything else, he lifted the silk to cover my eyes, tying it securely at the back of my head. The world went dark.

She nervously exclaimed, “Mr. Holt wants this to be a surprise hence, I will have to blindfold you. Once you have been dressed, I shall remove it and then you can see the outfit for yourself” “That sounds nice but I’m terrified of being blindfolded, uncertainty scares me” I responded, feeling claustrophobic already. When I was a little girl, we’d often play blind man’s bluff or hide and seek. God, I would be so relieved to untie the handkerchief around my eyes so that I could see my loved ones and the world again UNTIL...

“It turns you on.” Shadow stepped up and placed something into her hands. “What is that?” Raven demanded, his voice harsh and breathless. “Nothing too frightening for a beginner,” she leaned back, rocking against his hardness, and he groaned. “A blind fold. Relax, Raven. Let me take care of your needs.” She slipped it over his forehead but did not pull it down. “Okay?” She met his eyes and held them. “F-k it,” he closed his eyes and felt the tension release from his body as he surrendered. She slipped the blindfold over his eyes, and then lifted off him. “You had better not leave me like this,” he said darkly, feeling the tension return.

she said, standing up and stretching just a little. “Do you trust me?” “With my life,” she replied. “I need to blindfold you. The present is still a surprise.” “Oh, hell no,” she said, folding her hands over her chest. “Why don’t you trust me?” “I do. Just a little bit.” “Excuse me,” I said, sounding offended. “Why do you need to blindfold me?” “Because it’s a surprise.” “You know, Marco, because I’m just starting. Normal people, they just hand over the gift wrapped in a box. But you decided that, okay, you want to blindfold me. Why? Are you handing me a planet?”

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

Her evil laugh irked my ears, don't know why am I even tolerating her. "And what is that?" I asked, again gulping the drink. "Dude, you are lucky that you can't see them being happy together. Since you're blind, Ann" With a crack, the last piece of my heart broke as I stood there numbly staring at the blurred figure of them, unable to glimpse the unity that is now binding them together. A painful chuckle escaped my lips as I stumbled on my feet, booze is playing with my senses, exhorting me to commit something stupid and absurd to ruin this all for them.

By day, Sienna was a composed, intelligent assistant to one of the most high profile attorneys in the city. By night, specifically, Friday nights, she gave up control. She descended into a world where her name didn’t matter. Where no one knew her. Where she couldn’t see only feel. The Blindfold Club was invitation only. Hidden behind a velvet curtained elevator in an unmarked building. Once inside, members turned in their phones, their names, and their secrets. Everyone wore black. Everyone wore masks. Those selected for the blindfold experience surrendered everything.