Nina's Blinds Novels & Stories

“Rook. Miri. Eda. Galen. Pike. The twins we got from River Bend last month.” Forty three. Ledger closed. Vincent’s last page is blank. Nina is waiting in the infirmary. Syra wouldn’t let her ride. “You’re two weeks from delivery,” she’d said. “You walk, you risk the baby. You risk you.” Nina stands anyway when we walk in. Hand on her belly. Face pale but eyes clear. “You did it,” she says. “Tormund. The law. All of it.” “We did it,” I correct her. “You’re part of we now.”

Kim whispered as she held her friend tight while stroking her back soothingly. A few minutes later, Nina managed to calm herself down enough to talk coherently. “Twenty companies though... It does not make sense!!... like I’m on some kind of blacklist...” “Immediately, Nina's eyes stretched wide at the thought, and she pulled away from Kim, anger rising within her. “No! He wouldn't do this to me... God, no.” Nina whispered as she got off the bed. “What are you saying?” Kim asked in confusion as she watched Nina's head for the door, “Where are you going?”

Nina brought in gold accessories for her, which was used in designing her neck, hand and hair. She looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased with how she looked. Her makeup was not much which she is glad about. It was sunny so it will surely get sweaty. According to Nina, Damian was already at the Arena and she will be going there along with her guards. She is sure he will double security on her so she will not escape. She got down stairs and got into the black exotic carriage waiting for her. Nina got in with her and soon they were on their way to the Arena location.

“Here, let me mend this for you. It’s annoying dragging yarn around, and the colors are fading. I just mopped yesterday, you know?” The four weirdos exchanged glances. The livestream chat suddenly lit up with a new realization: 【Turns out she’s not brave—she’s blind.】 【No, she does know where she’s going. I bet she’s severely nearsighted.】 【I’ll call her Nina the Miracle. She just opened a totally new way to clear this scenario.】 【Quiet—actually, she might be genuinely clever.】

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.

Focused on nothing. He can't see me, she reminded herself, desperately trying to calm her racing heart. He’s blind. Damien leaned down, his face inches from hers. But instead of pressing his lips to hers, he tilted his head, his warm breath brushing intimately against her ear. His lips parted, and he whispered in a tone so low, so dangerously sharp, that only she could hear it.

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.

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.