Pretending To Be Blind Novels & Stories

This was insane. "So, what?" I said, crossing my arms. "We just pretend to be engaged? For how long? And what happens when people realize it's all a sham?" Alex shrugged, the movement causing his perfectly tailored shirt to stretch across his shoulders. Not that I noticed. "We ride the wave of good publicity, push the project through, then have an amicable split. No harm, no foul." It sounded so simple when he said it like that. But surely there were a million reasons why this was a terrible idea. I just... couldn't seem to think of any at the moment.

I tried to mimic his ease, though my nerves hummed like live wires. Over wine, I whispered, “They’re staring.” “Good,” he said simply. “Let them.” It was ridiculous—sitting across from him, pretending this was a date, while my heart thudded like it believed it. Every whisper around us seemed louder than the soft piano notes drifting from the corner. I adjusted my posture constantly, hyper-aware of every blink, every shift of my gown beneath the chandeliers. The urge to shrink into the chair was almost overwhelming. Halfway through the meal, my phone buzzed. Maya, of course: Smile like you love him. I’m watching on livestream.

He was just going with the flow at this point. “Now you’re catching on. First, we are going to start with loss of sight. Here is a blindfold; I want you to put it on,” I said as I handed him a heavy-duty, thick black blindfold. Sometimes I would climb to the top of a tall building and use this to cut off all sense of sight and just listen. When you clear your mind and learn to just listen, you will find that the world has such unusual but beautiful sounds that we normally don’t notice.

The only thing I knew for certain was that I was going to have to wait longer before I came. I cried again, "Yes, please, anything. Do anything to me." I heard a sharp scratch and a light flickered in the corner of my vision. Then he moved back into my field of vision holding a blindfold. "Are you so desperate for cock that you would let me blindfold you?" He smiled as he taunted me. "Yes, please blindfold me, Sir. Anything. Anything you want to do to me. Please do it." He placed the blindfold over my eyes, lifting up my head to slip the trap in place. Then I heard his footsteps move away again.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

"From the looks of it, your son is indeed in the clear. A blind person can neither be a voyeur nor use a camera." Upon hearing this, the neighbors began to whisper furiously among themselves. Penny, on the other hand, blanched as she cried, "No, that's impossible! I bet he's pretending to be blind! He must have heard we'd yank him out by his ear, so he put on colored contacts to fool us all!" As she spoke, she charged toward us, grimacing menacingly. She was about to pry Benedict's eyes open to inspect them herself when I stepped forward at lightning speed. With all the strength I had, I shoved her back.

“Cut the act. If you’re really blind, a hospital can confirm it.” Across the hall, Curtis Lowe's voice faltered for a split second before rising again. “She’s lying! She’s just trying to get out of this! How could she be blind? Every night, she stands by the window, watching me!” Halfway through his rant, his eyes landed on my empty sockets. His voice trembled, and his words lost their edge. “That’s disgusting! Seriously disgusting!” His shout stirred the crowd again. “Exactly! She’s faking it!”

“It turns out you can hide forever. All you have to do is pretend to be blind.” “People are blind for a whole host of reasons,” he countered. He wanted to pull her close. Or jackknife up, then storm about the room, pacing out this mess in him. But more than that, he wanted to pretend. He wanted to keep on pretending, because that was how this worked. That was how this had always worked. “And those reasons aren’t going to go away simply because a person takes a long holiday and engages in a little unexpected intimacy with an old friend.” “It’s not unexpected to you,” she said quietly. “You told me it would happen.”

Beside me, Finn Parker was doing a terrible job of pretending to study. Watching him out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he was staring at the same page of his textbook about enzymes, but his eyes weren't moving. He sat rigid with his shoulders hunched up to his ears like a turtle trying to retreat into its shell, and he flinched every time my weight shifted or a loud exhale escaped me.

I was the best healer in the world. The Alphas of every pack fought over me day and night. To escape that exhausting life for good, I faked my own death. Then I put on a pair of dark glasses and pretended to be completely blind. When the Silver Moon pack found me and brought me home, I thought I was in for the usual family drama: the biological daughter and the adopted one fighting over their parents' love. But my older adopted sister, Evelyn Howard, turned out to be sweet and kind. She learned Braille for me right away. My father, the Alpha, and my mother, Eleanor, were consumed by guilt and heartache over me. My seven older brothers, the backbone of the pack's defenses, guarded me as if I