Pretending To Be Blind Novels & Stories

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

There's something fishy about your excuse. As soon as Hailey heard Mirabel's words, she chuckled and attempted to speak, but Mirabel rapidly placed her palms against Hailey's mouth and robbed her from speaking. “Aunt, I need nothing but a sincere answer from you,” said Mirabel as she fearlessly stared Hailey in the eyes. Hailey's mouth widened as she gazed at Mirabel with questionable gazes. It seems like this family was ready for her. Or maybe they invited her over to force her to marry Derrick.

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.

"Tamara... I'm pretending to be blind for this job and I know how bad that sounds but there is a good explanation for everything yet I really can't do it now. Just please go along with me... dont expose me. Not now." She doesn’t speak immediately. Instead, she steps a little closer, lowering her voice so only I can hear. “You’re pretending to be blind?” she repeats, the disbelief in her tone evident. “For this job?” I nod quickly, my heart hammering in my chest. I glance over my shoulder again, feeling the weight of Christian’s approaching car. The seconds feel like hours.

Instinctively, I had to put up the act of being blind. Mother Agatha walked in, her footsteps soft against the floor as she approached my bedside. I blinked rapidly, quickly slipping back into my act. My hands remained still on my lap as I tilted my head slightly, as if I didn’t see her enter. It had become second nature by now, pretending to be blind. “Here, child,” she said, her voice gentle as she set down a glass of juice and a plate of biscuits on the small table beside me. I hesitated before reaching out, letting my fingers fumble slightly before grasping the glass. I knew she was watching me closely, but she said nothing about my clumsy attempt to take

I exhaled slowly and lifted my hands to my face, touching up my makeup with my power. Having magic and a steady Core makes life easier. A thin sheen of sweat clung to my skin, born not of heat but of tension. My hands were wet due to the storm ahead of me. Appearances mattered today. Any crack would invite scrutiny. News of my blindness must have spread by now. Blackcroft had a way of devouring weakness and spitting it back as spectacle. To complete the illusion, and protect the truth I wasn’t ready to hand over, I wrapped a see-through piece of white silk over my eyes. With it, I didn't have to make my eyes unfocused. They would intrinsically believe I was still blind, but it was lightweigh

“I don't know when either but I hope it will be as soon as possible. After all, losing my eyesight is equivalent to vulnerability.” “We won't tell it, Luna! We won't tell anyone about your eyes!” they swore. Hearing this, I couldn't help but chuckle. “It doesn't matter if it got known that I was blind.” “But why? Would it be showing vulnerability just like you said?” Garrick frowned. “It's fine, the enemies would be thrilled to hear it.” The corner of my lips raised. “Besides, they already know that I have become blind. Just think of me as their bait since for them, it would be easy to get the blind woman.”

Sebastian It’s been a week, and I’m still showing up at work every day with a white cane in one hand and a lie in the other. Pretending I can’t see has become more exhausting than actually being blind ever was. At least back then, I didn’t have to fake the struggle—it was real. Now I have to remember not to glance too quickly, not to react to anything visual, not to look anyone in the eye unless I miss on purpose. I walk into meetings guided by habit and memory, but also by the dull ache of guilt pressing behind my ribs.

If this is how things work… if everything is already a game… Then I’m done pretending I’m not part of it. I’m done playing it blindly.

I said sarcastically. “Well, your prince is bit twisted so our fairytale has a twist. Not bad, right?” Ethan smiled at me lovingly then pulled out a blindfold that he had been hiding. “Ready?” He asked, a playful smile on his sensual lips. He didn’t wait for my reply as he slowly placed the blindfold on me. My world was now pitch black. Robbed of my sight, my other senses became even more active to compensate for my lack of sight. This is exciting but also quite scary.