Nina's Blinds Novels & Stories

Nina said, and ran to her room. *** Nina broke down the security cameras around their place. She burnt her cottage and left with her things alongside the kids. She went to her second cottage which few people knew about. *** Nina kept breathless Tessa on the bed. She sighed deeply and brought out the tiny bottle. She shook it first before opening the cork. She sighed deeply and opened Tessa's mouth before sliding the content in. Nina watched for 12 minutes but nothing happened. She was already giving up. Her patience was running out too.

“Did you hear that? Please tell me you all heard that.” “This... this blind bitch is the one who made us? Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now? Midnight Bloom is one of the biggest publishing companies out there. We worked hard to build this place. We did that. “Not some random blind woman who can’t even walk across a hallway without ending up flat on the floor.” She turns back to me, her eyes dripping with fake sympathy. “Sweetheart, if you’re that desperate for attention, just say it. You didn’t have to make up some pathetic fantasy story just to feel important for five minutes.”

She so wanted the figure of Alpha Harlan Stuward who had always avoided her since the appearance of Alpha Female Sicily Sniders. "You will bear all my pain, Blind!" Rhena continued to talk to herself while scanning the dark wilderness. Her body sensors picked up movement accompanied by anger and resentment, but there was also warmth.

Then I slammed it shut behind me. The bolt clicked loudly. Outside, Louise grabbed the handle immediately. It rattled under his grip. I ignored him. Instead, I walked over to the window. He moved to the window too and glared at me from the other side. Slowly and deliberately… I slid the blind shut. I saw his expression darkened as the blind shut down. Then I turned away from him. And finally looked at Naya. Up close, she looked even more fragile. Her breathing was shallow.

She took her silence as a yes, and began to bath her with the liquid content of the calabash. For a split second, Nina's eyes shut firmly and she thought she had lost her sight. In panic, she rubbed her eyelids and fidgeted in fear. "Relax, Nina! You are not blind, you just have to be calm and watch me do my thing." Heila said with full reassurance, and as such, Nina became calm for a while, while she silently hoped that Heila was not trying to fool her.

Alyson’s eyes gleamed with a meaningful smile as she watched her empty the glass. However, in a place where she could not see, Mr. Johnson’s eyes glinted menacingly under the illuminated lights. Nina placed the empty glass back on a passing server’s tray, her expression composed. She offered a polite nod and excused herself. The couple moved aside and exchanged a knowing glance, waiting for the show to unfold. As she walked away from the duo, Nina suddenly felt a strange heat spread throughout her body. Her vision blurred, and she almost tripped over but held onto the chair nearby to hold her balance.

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.

“Bryan, she’s…” He nodded, rubbing his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah. I don’t know where she got them. But I think that’s the only thing getting her through all this. It’s too much. Too many memories…of situations repeating. She pulled her sole focus to this and for that she…” “You’re talking about her eyes, right? What was that?” “Nova, Vale. The original Nova. One of the side effects of it was that it gave you eyes that looked like the Milky Way. It looks different on your mom because she is blind. It’s much more prominent.” I answered him.

Then a woman’s voice on the other end laughed softly. “Still playing the loving husband?” Ethan stopped near the stairwell, his expression unreadable in the dim light. “I’m not playing,” he said calmly. “I’m finishing a process.” Another pause. Then, lower this time, “Her blindness makes everything easier. She signs whatever I place in front of her. She trusts me completely.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “And her family… they won’t be a problem for much longer.” The next morning, Isabella noticed the first small inconsistency.

“Marry a blind man?” She laughed—bright, cutting. “Oh, stop with the blindness charade,” she said, waving a dismissive hand. “We both know you aren’t truly blind. If you were, tell me—how exactly did you manage to fancy her so quickly?” She flung her arm toward me. My ears rang. The words hit like cold water poured straight down my spine. Blind? Zeden wasn’t blind? All this time—the careful way he moved, the way he seemed to track every sound, every shift in the room, every breath I took—he could see?