Nina's Blinds Novels & Stories

Taking the glass of water off the tray, Nina smiled at Esther and said, “Thank you.” A soft breath escaped her lips as she slowly sipped the drink, enjoying how warm and comforting it was. With an uneasy expression, Kim leaned onto the railing next to Nina, looking at the view and gazing up at the night sky above, waiting patiently. A couple of minutes later, Nina rested her head gently on Kim's shoulder and whispered, “I got a headache.” Her vision was slowly getting blurry and she couldn't focus on anything. Her body was tense as she started to feel a bit warm inside, the cold air made her shudder slightly.

At first Nina thought that she was just hallucinating but then she cleared her eyes and saw that there was a couple on that table and the man sitting beside the woman while holding the woman's hand looked just like her husband, looked just like her Damon. Nina didnt know how to react, she fastly opened her bag and took out her goggles as she thought that if Damon looked this way he would definitely notice her. so, she wore the goggles that covered half of her face and then she opened her hair to cover her face a little more and then she sat on a table that is a little far from Damon's table.

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.

Needing space to breathe, I walked out to the botanical garden, my bare feet sinking into the grass as I sought out the sanctuary of the emerald hydrangeas he had cultivated for me. Behind me, soft, hesitant footsteps crunched on the gravel path. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Nina. The quiet maid had been assigned to me since day one, always hovering like a shadow. Today, she followed me silently, her hands folded neatly over her apron. I sat down on the intricate wrought-iron bench nestled beneath a canopy of white roses, staring out at the sea of vibrant petals. Nina stopped a few feet away, her posture rigid, waiting for a command.

PHEROMONE BLIND STARWRITES CHAPTER 3: PHEROMONE BLIND Lucas didn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, crimson eyes stared back at him. "Omega." "Run." "Lucas Bennett." His heart lurched each time he remembered those words.

Peaceful places could hide the worst things. Sabina walked straight to a bar cart. Poured whiskey into a crystal glass. Took a shot. Lit a cigarette. Smoke curled up slow. “Wine?” she asked. Nina shook her head. “No thank you.” Sabina smiled. Small. Took another shot. Then another. Cigarette glowed red between her fingers. “Come up,” she said. Nina followed her up wide stairs. Heart pounding louder with every step. They went into a bedroom. Simple compared to the rest of the house. White bed sheets. White pillows. Big window looking out at snow. Nothing fancy. Nothing that screamed danger. But Nina felt it anyway.

Mira's POV “President Kade wants his whiskey, Mira.” Nina’s voice sliced through the blazing music in the BlueMoon Riders Clubhouse—thick with disgust. Her eyes dragged over me, slow and hateful, nose flared up in anger before she turned away and walked towards the platform. Her ass bounced inside the fish net dress that cleaved to her body like a second skin. The men's gaze was lustful as they called after her, “Baby! Over here!”

And there, just inside the boundary line stood Nina surrounded by them. She looked like she had been dragged through hell and brought back, her hair sticking to her face like wet ropes plastered to her face and neck. The oversized hoodie and jeans she wore were soaked through, clinging to her frame and streaked with mud and river dirt. She was barefoot and she had cuts on her feet and hands like she had been running. She shivered violently, arms wrapped around herself, but her eyes… her eyes locked onto mine the second I skidded to a stop ten feet away.

A girl, maybe seventeen, no more than skin and bones, standing barefoot at the end of the hall with a candle. “Who are you?” I asked. She tilted her head, eyes too old for her face. “I’m Nina,” she said softly. “I clean the rooms no one’s supposed to enter.” “Have you seen Iris?” Her gaze flickered. “She’s here,” Nina whispered. “She just can’t be seen. Not by you. Not yet.” “What does that mean?” She looked past me, like she was afraid to say too much. Then she reached into her apron and handed me something small.

JENNA’S POV Alex stood before us, his formal ceremonial attire highlighting his powerful frame. The traditional blindfold that usually covered his sightless eyes was absent. His gaze, once empty, now held a startling clarity as he looked directly at me. "Jenna, you are breathtaking today." "You can see me?" I whispered in disbelief. "Release her, Carrick. What exactly are you attempting?" Alex's words came simultaneously with mine. Carrick looked between us in shocked confusion.