Novel Blink Novels & Stories

To my dear readers, I want to begin by expressing my deepest gratitude to you, even though there may not be many of you. Your support, no matter how small, has meant everything to me. When I first set out to write "Blinded Dreams," my goal was to craft a unique storyline that would resonate with those who read it. It has taken me 1.5 years to finally complete this book, and I’m overwhelmed with joy to be able to say that it is now finished.

“Almost done my ass. It’s your last night here. You should be giving legendary! You should look like they’ll cry when you gone!” “I’m fine, Blink.” And I was… or I wanted to be. I wasn’t supposed to tell him everything yet. Not about the man. Not about the wedding. Not about the life waiting to swallow me whole. But Blinky? He wasn’t just a friend. He was chosen family. He popped gum loudly. “Anywayyy, come fast. We got big fishes tonight.” “How big?” I asked, raising a brow. “It’s somebody’s birthday... rich men... men that change cars like you change your undies.”

She walked past the counter and headed outside. “Seren, who came?” When Jasmine saw her good friend going out, she closed the book she was reading halfway through and stuffed it back onto the rack. Then, she followed Serenity out. “Ms. Newman. She’s blind.” Jasmine was dumbfounded. A blind lady. “Are you referring to the same Ms. Newman whom you and Elisa have helped before?” Jasmine asked after the thought struck her. Serenity hummed in acknowledgment as she walked. After walking out of the bookstore, she saw someone walking slowly.

Alina I blinked. Once. Twice. The light was too much. It pressed down on me, like fingers prying into my skull. My heartbeat pulsed in my ears, and I could hear things. Too many things. A rustle here. A sigh there. The ticking of a clock far away, though I wasn’t sure if it was real or imagined. Was I going mad? I shut my eyes again, breathing slowly. One breath. Two. Three. Then, I opened them carefully—slowly, like peeling back a wound that hadn't quite healed. I blinked again, trying to focus.

At some point, the tension in my shoulders eased enough that I noticed the rest of the room again—the broken glass, the cold air, the faint smell of something burned and something wet. Blaze got up without a word and moved to the window, pushing it open just enough to let the night air in. It cooled the room instantly, cutting through the lingering heat from earlier. “Better,” he said, mostly to himself. Lucian crossed to the chair in the corner and picked up a book from the small stack I’d left there earlier. He flipped it open, not looking at me, but not not paying attention either. Raven shifted back until he was sitting with his back against the door.

The shift was immediately a wall slamming down, his muscles going tense under Alessio’s hands. “I told you,” he said. “It was nothing.” “You don’t black out from nothing.” “Well, maybe I do. Maybe I’m falling apart in a different, hot, mysterious way.” “Noa.” The bathroom light flickered. Both froze. This time the flicker wasn’t electrical. It was rhythmic. Pulsing. Controlled. Three slow blinks. Like someone or something trying to get their attention. “Noa,” Alessio murmured, voice barely above breath, “did the flashes ever come like that?”

Everything becomes vivid once the light goes on. A tall, skinny woman with a toffee complexion rushes her steps towards her. It's impossible to hide, the room is extremely empty. Charging out a gun as she approaches, her brain goes numb. This is a nightmare. Unable to distinguish what's up or down. She blinks over and over. Wake up, you will see this is not real. Her brain fails to process the gun pointed at her. Oh my, what is this? "What do you want from me?” Seated hugging her knees. “Why am I here? Who are you?.” Rose rumbles nonstop.

Something seemed amiss. I blinked twice, then again, slowly. The pain in the back of my eyes burned, yet it was subdued—muted. The world wasn't black. It was something else. Liquid light nudged the edges of my vision, like the first hint of day through mist. "Elara?" There came a voice through the mist. Filling. Warm. I shifted my head slightly, and the motion had the sensation of pulling my skull through sandpaper. "Elara, do you hear me?" The voice came closer—Dr. Knox.

She asked I suddenly remembered the small poem in the book I have shared with Lea "Think of me, our time might come to an end. In a blink, you might be blind to see me." "I am on the brink of the cliff, can you catch me? I am shrinking, will you see me?" "In a wink, there's only one eye. In a heart, there's only one side" I haven't given attention to it but, it did affect me. Little did I know, it was the end

I was my sister now. He dragged the body to the kitchen. Water ran. A suitcase zipper opened. I kept my eyes on the wall. Counted cracks. Seven up. Three across. The water stopped. Footsteps came back. Then he turned off the lights. Darkness. My real eyes screamed for light, but the white lenses blocked everything. I breathed slow. In. Out. A phone flashlight clicked on. Beam straight into my eyes. I didn't blink. Ten seconds. Twenty. My eyes burned behind the plastic, but my face stayed empty. Bored. *Blind.*