Novel & Cerita No Longer Blind No Longer His

He retorted. Wow, he’s confirmed that he wasn’t born blind, and the event where he lost his sight might still be very emotionally painful to think about or recall, and he might not even want to share the story with me, so I didn’t bother to bulge him further. “Let’s talk about other things like… um, um. Yeah, you know you are my mate now, so there’s no working hard for you anymore. Your workload will have to drastically decrease, or even completely cease. You must not let anyone push you around any longer.” He continued.

"Dad's here." My claws dug into his sleeve. Tears soaked into the worn leather. My bones were still cracking, but all I could hear was his heartbeat—slow and solid in his chest. The moon was full. Moonlight washed over me. And it didn't hurt anymore. My phone buzzed by my foot. A message from Rose, perfectly timed: [See it now, Molly? One call from me, and they'll drop you. Even if you became their mate, nothing would change. But hey—I might consider letting you have one of them. If you ask nicely.]

a cold and indifferent voice said, carrying a hint of desolation. The person who entered the room stood still, not knowing what to do in the face of the proud man who had lost sight. Without his eyes, he couldn't see the outside world. Without his legs, he could only sit here in despair. He had become a disabled man, a soulless shell without the will to live, even unable to feel anything. All his injuries were incurable. Even he had given up, let alone others. "Why are you still here?" The other person had been standing here for a long time. Why? Was it enjoyable to watch a blind man?

they reflected the color of charcoal clouds, no ember of light was embedded in them. “I wish I could see you” he finally uttered. I furrowed my brows, and peered into his eyes. See me? what does he mean? is he truly blind? is my hunch right? The wheelchair? why his he sitting on a wheelchair? maybe he can't walk too. “pops man what do you mean? And what happened to your legs? tell me pops” “pops man!?” My mom cut's in. “Styles, please I beg you with the name of God, please behave responsibly and respect yourself or else you might not see this smile on my face, I mean it, I will whip your ass till you cry”

On the other hand, he wonders if he has the right to make her stay by his side now that he is going to be blind. Because although the doctor assures him that nothing is defined, he is convinced that he is going to lose his vision forever, that he will never be able to see the laughter of his beloved children again, much less the eyes full of love of his beloved Isabella. He feels a hand placed on his shoulder and immediately knows who it is, he takes it with one of his own and rests his head on it, letting a few tears come out of his eyes.

I went back to my desk. Sat down. Pressed both hands flat on the surface. My phone buzzed immediately. Daniel. How are you. Fine, I typed. Noah. What. I talked to him last night. I sat up. He called you, I typed. Midnight, Daniel said. He said I reconsidered and I stopped and I need to see him. A pause. Noah he stopped because he wants to see your face. Do you understand what that means for a man who has been blind for three years.

He scolds. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a blind man with no one to direct me and the will to live to forgive me for missing the way and did you get your wife back?” “Yeah, I did. She’s right here with me.” I smell her but there’s no harm in asking. “So the deal is still on right?” “Do you have no interest in finding your men?” he asks, his voice full of contempt and glaring scorn.

It's you again, isn't it? "Like I said the last time, I don't think I need any introduction, at this point, we're practically besties." That gruff voice comes from the dark. "I seem to like watching you these days... Now that things aren't going your way, you want to destroy everything in your path. You're much more stupid than I thought." Richard is blinded so of course, he can't see anything but has to only rely on his sense of hearing which is sensitive each time he's blinded like that.. "What do you want from me again? This is the third time you're kidnapping me without my consent."

He never did. I close my eyes and reach out through the mindlink, “Father, can you hear me?”

He has been restless all evening but this is different. This is rage.