Mr Blind Novels & Stories

" I'm your husband, does the confidentiality apply to me too?" " Yes, honey, ít does. I'm sorry." " Since it's super important, why don't you get some rest then tomorrow you can continue?" "I will... Okay? Let me just finish this up." Michelle said as she opened the laptop and and continued typing on it. Bradley stole a glance at the screen and then his wife, wondering what it was all about. He shook his head and adjusted the duvet facing her opposite side he shut his eyes and went to bed.

I still feel it’s unfair because Kiran had a car at sixteen and he gave Malachi his fair share of gray hair. So, here I am, waiting for the principal. I knew my father was on his way, I’d seen it and I would know for sure the moment he stepped through those big front doors. Kiran had an air about him. The other moms always smiled at him and Jessica says it’s because he used to be the Casanova of Seward. She still calls him Superstar and he always smiles because he knows more about that than we do. I guess some things should stay secret.

Megan blabbered. "You have too many questions. Boss doesn't like when we ask too many questions." "I promised I won't say anything. I just wanna know who he is. Who I'm dealing with. I don't wanna die not knowing who killed me." "I doubt he will kill you now. He told you his name." Caroline giggled as she thought this woman is something else. "Boss is the head of the Italian mafia. That much I can tell you." Megan gulped audibly as terrifying scenes crossed her mind after she heard the word mafia. Her palms became sweaty. Hadn't realised she was holding her breath, she turned to look at Caroline.

MR GAY AND I Chapter Seventy Nine - Be My Girlfriend At the most famous event center; JADE MANSION was the launching of The McClain Winery taking place. People from different walks of life were getting off their car and walking into the hall after getting their invitations checked. Business men and women were there,some looking for business partners and some were just there to watch the event unfold. Reporters flooded the area to take record of the event. Even it was viewed live by netizens who were interested in business and those who wanted to see the young handsome men that would be there.

Mrs Mirabel instructed . He did as he instructed .Suprisely It was not just any van,a music van and then there was Daddy Yankee, the popular reggaeton artist, he started performing,the famous Despacito.The suprise drove the girls crazy.They all are huge fans,same with me.Everyone got into the music and danced with merry.I totally forgot about being the protective friend and rushed to the front , twerking to the sound of the music **BRUNO'S POV**

“How so?” Maya laughed softly. “Let’s just say she’s not exactly… from our world.” A pause. “She’s sweet,” Maya continued, her voice dripping with false generosity. “But she’s had a bit of a colorful past, you know. She tends to… attach herself to men with influence.” The woman’s brows lifted slightly. “Bryan Blackwood is… generous,” Maya added, shrugging. “He likes projects.” At another table, Maya leaned toward a man in his fifties, a board member of a multinational conglomerate.

He cooked a chicken dish with extra salads and smoothies which I love so much. “Mr Young, you don't have to do this. Now I'll be sorry to disappoint you if something goes wrong” He laughed, and it still scares me how the sound affects me. Mr Young has a perfect combination of honey eyed and dark brown hair that falls over his eye, his ears are pierced and a shiny small ring reflects under the dimmed light of my kitchen. But what made me go crazy was the dimple on his right cheeks that appears only when he bites his lips with his upper teeth or when he smile - “I’ll be there tomorrow” He surprised me by saying.

"I'm off to work. Get some rest, okay? Oh, by the way, remember to put some food in the basement. We don't want her to actually die. That's bad luck." Pauline nodded, compliant. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of Nady." Just then, a bloodcurdling scream rang out from the basement. "Ahh!" It was the maid, Mrs. Hobson. Frowning, Dad paused in his tracks. He said with displeasure, "What's all the fuss about? The sun's barely out, for goodness' sake!" A hint of panic flashed across Pauline's eyes, but it soon turned into hidden excitement.

Why is he so irritated this time? When Mr. Johnson exits the elevator, I'm surprised. He's young. Well, younger than I imagined. I mentally thank myself for dressing up a bit more today. He is tall, with blonde hair cut just above his shoulders, blue eyes, and a thick beard. Based on his size, I can imagine his physique underneath the suit. I stand up to greet him. He is almost as big as Ryan. "Mr. Johnson! Good afternoon!" "Good afternoon!" He quickly looked me up and down, making me blush. "Follow me. Mr. Ryan is waiting," he nods.

They watched me through the shower glass. I soaped slow. Blind. Exposed. I bent for the soap. And saw it in the drain. Half a contact lens. Blue. Not mine. Not my sister's—hers are brown. Someone else showered here. I stood. Wrapped the towel. Fumbled the tuck. Blind people can't see mirrors. "Your phone," the robot voice said. I reached out. "Where?" "Counter. Left." Wet phone. Cracked screen. I turned on VoiceOver—Siri reading fast, gibberish to them, clear to me.