Novel & Cerita No Longer Blind No Longer His

He welcomed me into the room, staring at me awkwardly, which left me trying to figure out if he was healed or not. He was looking at me but it didn't feel like it, I can remember Kimberly telling me yesterday he got blind from some stuff that Anita threw him in the eyes. I wonder if he got his vision back yet or not. “How are you doing? I heard that you can't see. Is that true?” I stopped a few feet away from him, creating a safe distance between us to avoid contacting whatever it was that made him blind. Kimberly said that it wasn't airborne, but I'm not taking any chances anyway.

“It’s healed!” “Mm,” he hummed, voice gruff. “My sight is still a bit blurry.” And he turned away, apparently shy about his uncovered injury. “But it looks a whole lot better. You’ll probably be able to see out of it properly when you’ve completely healed.” I beamed. “Yeah, probably. At least you don’t have to worry about falling in love with a blind guy.” Renrik muttered and my mood suddenly plummeted. “Being blind wouldn’t stop me from loving someone - but crappy outlooks like that will.”

they asked us to go back they said that if they find him they will inform us about him but I insisted that I will stay here only untill my prince comes back what they mean by he is no more how can they say that my prince is no more no it should not happen he must be safe why god why now only I became happy that I got him back now again you took my happiness I can't live without him is this the end is really my prince is no more no I cant even dream the word that he is no more suddenly my vision became blurred iam falling unconscious but I don't what's happening around me I don't know what's wrong with me but my thoughts are screaming the same word that my prince is no more

"Noah, Mr. Xavier is going to see his grandpa, so we'll stay out here." Noah nodded. "Okay." Since Xavier hadn't returned last night, he couldn't avoid being scolded by Clifford. The moment he entered the hall, the reprimands began. Around them, people watched with interest. Times had changed; Xavier was blind now, and no one feared him anymore. They had all forgotten what had happened after the last engagement party. After all, who would have thought that a blind man could wield such power over them? "Where's Yvette?"

I have no choice but to look at him. Those eyes. Cold. Sharp. Watching everything. Like I am something he is trying to understand… or maybe control. “Rowena Moonfang,” he repeats, slower this time, like he is tasting my name. “A cleaner… with a hidden spine.” My throat tightens. I want to speak, but no words come out. His gaze flickers to my lips for a second, just one but it is enough to make my chest tighten again. I quickly looked away. That was a mistake, a big mistake. His grip tightens instantly.

His blue eyes glance back at me and appear to reveal a mixture of emotions tonight. Sadness? Vulnerability maybe? They are softer than the normal piercing look he usually has. "If you leave, then there isn't any reason for me to be here," he admits in a tone barely loud enough for me to hear over the music blaring from the bar speakers. "I haven't looked at anyone else, and not just tonight."

And there he was. Blind Eye sat in his customized wheelchair near the edge of the balcony, overlooking the city. A silver suitcase sat open on his lap, the glow of credit chips illuminating his chin. In his hand, he held a crystal glass of amber liquid—vintage whiskey, likely older than Jack himself. He was humming a tune. A soft, off-key melody. "Three minutes to extraction," Blind Eye murmured to himself, tapping his sensor visor. "Life is good." "Is it?"

she seriously announced to him and stood up. Williams also managed and stood up. He covered the space between him and Hailey. He faced Hailey and said to her, “Nothing – I repeat myself, nothing can stop me from chasing after you, Hailey. You are my baby mama, and I must reclaim that position as your husband once more. No man can win your heart when I'm still alive, Hailey.”

“Good, we’re still trying to find out what happened to him, but what we can tell you so far is that his blindness is due to exposure to some toxic chemicals. We’ve sent out a report to the municipality to—” “Why? What’s wrong? Is there something terrible?” “No, we’re only hoping we might get some help in tracing this man. He remains without identity, and hopefully, we may get his medical history.” “Will he allow that?” “We still have to find a way to make him finally give us permission. You’re the girlfriend, right? Maybe you can get through to him.” “Maybe, he has finally closed that chapter of his life. Maybe he has accepted that he will never see again. He doesn’t want to be reminded agai

he yelled louder that I couldn't help but shiver. "She's blind," someone let out in the crowd. I could feel my legs go weak. "Are you blind?" he asked, but I kept mute. "Don't let me repeat myself, are you blind?" he yelled in frustration. "Yes," I said with a teary and shaky voice. "A blind Mate," he yelled out for everyone to hear.