Mr Blind Novels & Stories

Candlelight danced across the red-stained windows, glowing softly as thunder rumbled outside. In the middle of the hall stood a long black table, surrounded by old, tall chairs, each marked with ancient symbols. These chairs had stayed empty for many years. But tonight, all except one were filled. At the head of the table stood Sire Asher, the current master of Nightreign Clan. He did not speak right away. He didn’t need to. The elders knew why they were there. And when the final door sealed shut behind the last to arrive, Asher finally raised his gaze.

He'd make a great hunter in the coming year. "Your hearing is astounding, I can only hear the birds and squirrels but you can hear for miles. Although you may not be able to see what you hunt, you can smell and hear them." Kate said smiling as she watched her brother look at her happily, his sightless blue eyes gleaming with happiness.

I gulped, stopping in my tracks. “Come in here.” I trudged to the living area. There sat Sinister smoking a cigar. He had one leg perched on the other. He took a large puff from his cigar, and then he flashed me a devilish grin. Blair was sitting next to Jenna, and a very handsome man was sitting in the opposite chair. He had black hair, mixed with specs of grey and dark eyes. He licked his pink lips as he stared at me. I felt uncomfortable. He leaned over and whispered something to Sinister and the devil tensed then he did something he had never done before, he introduced me to the old man. And he used my name. “Pebbles, this is Mr. Mobley. He is one of my business associates.”

But no way. It is a miracle that she survived. Come to the hotel. Rachel was surprised to discover that the hotel's Linda set was advertised as the most gorgeous lady in the world, a large-scale costume drama produced by MK. Her heart sank suddenly. Is Linda Park participating in a MK drama this time? MK，James Smith. Thinking of that man, she felt chills all over. No, I can not. That man has a lot of time to deal with, and usually he won't come over for such a boot-up ceremony.

Marcus A gentle knock jolts me back from my wondering mind. Cindy pops in with a cup of coffee. “Are you ok Boss?” She asks concern written all over her face. “Yes I am fine, I just got an unexpected visitors is all. Please cancel anything that you can today I will finish up with the Mueller account and zoom call with the Santiago Group”

He shouted in surprise. Bonnie gasped. "Triplets?" "Yes, Triplets. It's very rare for a woman to bare triplets, you're very special Bonnie." Dr. McCoy said, printing out pictures. He handed them to Lorenzo before wiping off the liquid off Bonnie's stomach. "Lorenzo, we're having triplets!" Bonnie exclaimed. A part of her was happy, another part was scared. How will she take care of three human beings while being blind. What if they're blind? Oh God!

His eyes were pure crimson. Dracula. He looked straight at me, then at Edwin. “Guardian Edwin Clark… you dare hide the hybrid from your King?”

"Please, have a seat. Did you become afraid to sit in front of me, after you rudely scolded me this morning?" "Not. Absolutely not, Mr..... ”Avelyn took the time to read the large signboard on the man's table. And to Avelyn's surprise when she found out the man's name. "Mr McLean Kaofax?" Avelyn asked in disbelief. It seemed too shocking for Avelyn who wasn't ready for whatever surprises God would give her. How could she never realize that the owner of The Star was McLean Kaofax, a friend of Michael's who had full control of Michael's company in Chicago.

He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people. They were probably five people who had just arrived. One of them was being called Mark, meaning Sir. He was now probably going to the people and harassing them. Whoever he went to would grab him by the hair and raise his face and the person would start screaming. And at the same time, everyone else started trembling and crying.

All she could do was curse herself for being stupid enough to slap the heir to a mafia empire. “What is it?” Carson asked, his face icy as he walked down the hallway with Drake beside him. Drake opened his tablet, which he always carried. “Russians,” he said, knowing the keyword would suffice. “Do we have the blueprint yet?” Carson asked, hurrying toward the meeting room where the higher-ranking members, including his father, were waiting. “It’ll be here in two days,” Drake replied, adjusting his glasses. He glanced back at the door to Luna’s room.