Pretending To Be Blind Novels & Stories

Giggling, he closed his eyes. I put a blindfold across his eyes. “I want you to talk dirty to me while I touch you,” I whispered in his ears. “Oh, I see.” He smiled, enjoying my little play. “How many fingers are these?” I waved three across his face; to be sure he couldn’t see. “I don’t know. Can’t see a thing.” He tried to trace my fingers with his. And then, I knew he couldn’t see. I took my time to achieve my plan.

she scoffed. "He's blind," I said. "What?" She chuckled. I realized I shouldn't have told her. "I mean, he must be blind if he doesn't drool at my sight" I rephrased. My heart was suddenly heavy and I hit my chest several times to ease the pain. "I'm not okay, Simone" my voice broke. "I can't face him, I can't speak to him, I…don't know what to do" I fought the tears finding their way to my eyes.

I really couldn't. I cocked my head back and looked up, my eyelids too sticky to open fully. The sun was bright and full, no clouds at all. I sighed, then rolled onto my back and lay still on my bed for a little while longer. I would bow when they wanted me to bow. I would say what they wanted me to say. I would keep my head down and my eyes up until I could get out of there. Pretend to be blind and pretend to not see anything. That was the sirella they wanted.

And why did it sound like he was mocking me? I frowned, but before I could think about it, he abruptly turned around, making me jump back a little. "Before you go in, Ms. Rosewood, there are some things you need to keep in mind," His voice lowered, and deliberatively deepened his eyes bored into me. "The person inside that room is the one you will take care of. Unfortunately, due to an accident, he is left with impaired vision, he cannot see." My heart skipped a beat. Blind? "Whatever happens in that room, stays in that room, are we clear, Ms Rosewood?"

I felt goosebumps form on my skin and tried to force myself to remember we were pretending. “Yeah.” I nodded, not wanting to bring attention to myself. “I can’t read the menu.” I whispered it under my breath so that Oliver wouldn’t hear. I didn’t want him to think I was some sort of uncultured American who only knew one language, even though that’s exactly what I was. “It’s fine.” Ethan whispered back. “I’ll order for you.”

"No way. People just don't turn blind overnight. She's definitely faking it!" Marianne huffed coldly upon hearing the crowd's chatter. Her tone grew certain as she said, "Stop with your petty tricks, Isabelle. You got caught cheating off me in the previous mock exam and got sent home for several days—and this is what you came up with? "You're just faking blindness so you can continue cheating off me in the SAT exam and get good grades. You can run, but you can't hide. Do you really think of everyone as idiots?"

“Second rule: every dare escalates. Agreed?” “Agreed,” I breathed, and he set his glass down, producing a silk blindfold from his pocket. “First dare: let me blind you,” he murmured, tying it over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. His fingers traced my neck, teasingly slow, then slid under my dress, brushing my panties. “Already wet,” he teased, rubbing my clit through the fabric, the sensation heightened by my blindness.

The big guy was back. My hands flew to my hair, smoothing it without thinking. I adjusted my shaky expression to something halfway between oblivious and saintly, like a blind nun waiting for communion wine. The weight of what I’d seen in East wing still curled cold at the base of my spine, but my face didn’t get the memo. That was the thing about pretending to be blind—you learned early how to weaponize stillness.

“What about them?” “Are you... can you see right now?” "Yes," I lie but Hannah let's out a scoff. "Liar, I just held up two fingers in front of you and you didn't see them," She exclaims. I exhale slowly, fighting the tremor in my hands. “Okay, fine, yes I'm blind. But it’s temporary. It happens when I overuse my ability. The vision comes back eventually.” “This happens always?” Her tone is skeptical, and scared even.

I smile, slow and intentional. “I have more than enough evidence.” Then I add, casually, “Also… I want you to know I’m undergoing treatments for my eyes. I’m no longer considered as legally blind. Vision impaired, yes, but not blind. After my next treatment, my vision should be at one hundred percent.” Her eyebrows lift. “So… you’re keeping up the ruse.” “Yes. I don’t want him knowing I can see.” She smirks. “Fair enough. Now... the evidence?”