Popopoka Blind Girl Read Novels & Stories

She said, “My daughter has just turned twenty. Her face is full of collagen, and she’s young and beautiful. Her body is also healthy in all aspects, which is so much better than this blind girl. “Mr. York, this blind girl isn’t good enough for you. You’re a York. Why should you give in and marry a blind girl?”

I let out, as I could feel her chin shaking in my hand. “She’s blind,” Shawn let out and that instantly made me confused. “Blind, Lucia,” “Are you blind?” I asked, not wanting to believe that the moon Goddess sent Lucia as someone else. Lucia is the only blind woman that would ever love me. Why wasn't she answering? “Don't let me repeat myself, are you blind?” I yelled. “Yes!” she let out as my hands went shaky.

Boy with pink lips singing love songs and striking chords, making suggestive jokes and amusing love glances while at the same time, running charities and supporting women's rights. I was perfect. On paper. In flesh and blood, I was bad— a bad boy you could say but sometimes even bad boys get a good rap, I was a monster true and true. The kind that comes into your dreams and stabs you in the neck. If you have any sense, you would run for your dear life and never look back.

Thank you to her as well . Hey do you like songs . Yeah! I can suggest some songs you can hear with this story isn't it . You can hear this playlist * willow - Taylor swift * lover - Taylor swift * Gorgeous - Taylor swift * young and beautiful - Lana DeL Rey * say yes to Heaven - Lana Del Rey * Often - the weeknd ( for smut ) I was listening these songs while writing the chapter . You can add more songs if you want . It's your choice more than me .

Now look at me, I'm not as beautiful as I used to be but I'm thankful that Noah is blind He wouldn't see me to love me less. Noah made me like this so he would live wit me or no one else I will stay till I no longer want to stay!

July knew very well what her family feared the most, that fear was their weak point. "That's why we made a simple event." Argus nodded silently, not daring to oppose her word at this point. "Oh, and about the invitation, you were talking about earlier. I will make a plan that there is no couple name or photo of us either on the invitation card or in the wedding room. Let people accept it as a new concept of modern style marriage. That's what I mean by blind wedding because the guests don't know the identity of my groom."

Davina pov The silence seemed like it would stretch on for an eternity, but then, like the flick of a switch, the murmurs and hushed whispers began as I stood frozen in place, unable to move under his intense gaze. "Is that the blind girl the king likes?" A woman's voice cut through the chatter, her tone low but loud enough for me to hear as her eyes sized me up like I was some strange exhibit at a zoo. "I mean, it must be her. Who else have you seen with white hair and eyes like hers?" Another voice scoffed, and I could practically feel her eyes burning holes into me.

Her eyes locked on the notebook, horror flooding her. “That’s mine,” she whispered. “No—it can’t—” The masked figure’s voice was smooth, cruel. “No, little flame. This is the original. Yours was only a copy.” Leora’s heart lurched. A copy? The girl staggered, trembling. “That’s not true. That’s not—” The figure stepped closer, flipping the book open. He read aloud, voice dripping with command: “Rule One: You belong to us.” The girl screamed, clutching her head. The flames around her flickered violently, threatening to consume everything.

“i..i…am sorry for eavesdropping, I swear I simply got lost in the hallway…” “tsk tsk tsk of course you will be get lost...stupid, you are blind!...blind people get lost all the time, no big deal…but out of all places to be you had to be right here in front of the royal office…right, Like a bitch on heat.” The venomous girl kept drawing close to the blind one as she threw out verbal missiles upon missiles of insults as if making sure to smear it all over the pitiful girl. “No…no…it’s, it’s not true…not true” Hannah stuttered as she stepped backwards.

Sophia stepped into the spotlight. The lights warmed her face. The room buzzed. She spoke not with politeness, but with fire carved from lived pain and unrelenting truth. “We are not here to be pitied. We are here to teach silence how to scream. If you listen closely, you’ll hear it— The sound of girls no longer asking permission to exist.” The applause was volcanic—rolling and loud, but it wasn’t what stirred her. It was the way the girls' eyes lit up, as if someone had finally spoken a language they understood.