Plain Sight 2 Novels & Stories

If it was a robery, why would they kill a blind woman when she can't even see who they are. Heather played the video again for the tenth time and narrowed her eyes to look closer. The woman on the video entered the store and left with in five minutes and her steps were faster when she walked out. After the woman left, no one else came to Sophia's shop until one of her clients passed by and saw her on the floor. Then, the cops showed up and nothing more useful happened.

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

They walked ten minutes under there before they spotted a skinny, tattooed guy dressed like a punk with green hair. The guy ran as soon as he saw Joey. He didn’t get very far. Joey could run five times faster than any thug he ever chased. “Yo ... yo ... yo ... my man Sling ... where are you running to, buddy?” Joey hooked his arm around Sling’s neck. The green-haired guy turned pale. “Hey, Joey, I didn’t see you comin’ ... just hang ... you know?” he stuttered. “Come on ... let’s go somewhere private where we can talk.” Joey led him to a dark alleyway by one of the shops.

A green highlight on the contestant's name is used to show that the contestant’s answer was correct while red means otherwise. “The correct answer is option B,” the quiz master announced after the 5 seconds. “Well done to each and every one of you. You all got that correctly!” The audience applauded as the large display screen displayed each contestant’s name with a green highlight. ‘This is so simple,’ Ayo thought. ‘But the time is the real deal.’ She looked to her left and saw someone who looked familiar. It was one of the contestants but she couldn’t remember what the contestants said her name was. Maybe if she knew, she would be able to know who the girl was or if she knew her before. Th

Maxine was shocked to why Adonia stood staring at the flowers as if it was from mars. He must be very intelligent to discern who she was by just a few clues. Or maybe, the two of them had the same line of jobs so it was easy for him to dissect who she was. No, the mystery man, Sheepcraft was on the same set as her. That was how she was easily discovered. She took quick breaths as she tried to convince herself that he wasn’t a killer nor is he a harraser. He was a popular person just like to her. The ultimate question remains how he was able to unlock her trailer and dump the flowers there without anyone seeing him. It must have happened in the midnight and no one would know about it.

A large black table stood in the center, polished and gleaming, flanked by racks of toys and devices that hummed faintly. He studied her carefully, seeing the raw desire in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks, and the subtle tremble in her fingers. Slowly, deliberately, he instructed her, “Strip.” Claire’s hands shook as she obeyed. She removed her clothes piece by piece: tank top, bra, skirt, panties—until she stood bare before him, every curve exposed. Her neck rose proudly, breasts full and sensitive, nipples taut with anticipation. Her belly was soft, gently dipping into the curve of her hips. Her pussy glistened with preemptive desire, ass round and inviting, legs long and tense from the

Ensnared in an invisible, impenetrable stillness, the world silences— Ryan fully turns his head, "I will not leave!" Time stands motionless as the two men lock eyes, a fragile connection bridging the vast expanse that is separating them. Words hang suspended in the air, on the very precipice of existence, waiting to be set free. And the younger of the two rekindles life into the silence. With a voice thick with conviction, he dares to confront the truth that stays in the depths of Ethan's gaze. "That is what you want me to say, am I right?" The question flaps like suspended breath, a challenge that demands a response.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

I wasn’t taking any chances. “I’m blind, dear. I can’t see whatever it is you are trying to hide, and heavens be damned if you think I will let you out of my sight for a split second. If you have every intention to take a shower, you better get to it right now,” I replied, and Vesta sighed in defeat.

“Should I take cover or something?” Harlow laughed. “No.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. When she opened her eyes again her eyes were no longer blue, but white with a small pupil, there was an outer circle that had two dissecting lines going toward the pupil. “What is that?” I said, leaning in. “I call it PureView vision. It helps me focus like a scope, but also predict the next moves of my opponent. It’s been pretty helpful, I even used it when I was fighting those guys in the gym.”