Novel & Cerita Pretending To Be Blind

Matthew's First-Person POV Evelyn Carter said, "I lost a game back at the bar, so I just picked some random guy to do the dare with. I didn't expect him to be this easy to fool. I pretended to be blind and stayed with him for a whole year, and he actually believed it without question." Lewis Ross pressed on with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Don't you ever get bored having to keep this up for so long?" Evelyn fell silent for a moment.

Pretending like everything was fine, I cleared my throat, “I will fix it." “How is that going to happen when you can't see?" He asked like I had told him about it. “What are you talking about?" I asked, feigning not to know what he was talking about. “Your eyes, what's wrong with them?” “I… uh… nothing,” I stammered. “Just tired, sir.” “You’ve been blinking at your screen for the last two minutes,” he said flatly. “You can’t see.” “I can see,” I lied but he didn't buy it.

“Did you hear that? Please tell me you all heard that.” “This... this blind bitch is the one who made us? Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now? Midnight Bloom is one of the biggest publishing companies out there. We worked hard to build this place. We did that. “Not some random blind woman who can’t even walk across a hallway without ending up flat on the floor.” She turns back to me, her eyes dripping with fake sympathy. “Sweetheart, if you’re that desperate for attention, just say it. You didn’t have to make up some pathetic fantasy story just to feel important for five minutes.”

Why would a blind man choose something so visual? Unless he remembers. Unless he refuses to let the dark win. I don’t know how long I stand there. Then— “What are you doing here?” The voice slices through the silence. Low. Calm. Controlled. I spin around. Desmond Blackwood stands near the door. My heart nearly stops. I don’t hear it open. I don’t hear him move. He stands tall in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. His white cane, detailed with subtle gold swirls, rests in his left hand. Dark lenses shield his eyes, his expression unreadable.

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

By the end of the test, the doctor's brows were deeply furrowed. "This..." He murmured under his breath. "It shouldn't be possible."Lucas felt his throat tighten. "Doctor?" The older man looked at him gravely. "I believe your sense of pheromones is severely impaired."Lucas frowned. "What does that mean?" "It means your body doesn't process pheromones the way most people do."Lucas stared blankly. "So...?" The doctor folded his hands together. "Simply put..." "You are pheromone blind.”

I admit. His fingers tighten around mine. "I'm sorry," he says. His voice is husky. "I just... need to feel you right now." I don't know what to say to that, so I don't say anything. I just hold his hand a little tighter as we reach the bottom of the stairs and turn towards the main kitchen. .... The host stands in front of us with his usual dramatic flair. "Welcome to the Blind Trust Challenge," he announces. "Today, one of you will be blindfolded while the other gives instructions. You may only use your voice... but touching is allowed for safety and guidance."

*Unless what? “Unless she’s a Scholar as well” Mane smiled bitterly and sat up. He didn’t pretend to be unable to move anymore. He tore a piece of fabric from his shirt and ignored the blood stains on it. Then he tied the cloth around his eyes like a blindfold. He sat up and positioned himself in a way that had him facing the back of the Lady In Red. Using nothing but his other heightened senses, Mane was able to do this pretty easily. “I was wondering how long you were going to pretend,” a smooth voice that made Mane a lot more relaxed than he should be found its way into his head. And Mane smiled wryly.

Flora pouted her mouth as she declared her statements. "You didn't even have to ask. I am a blind man. See?" Damien pretended to hide the lenses of his eyes by rolling them back, and only the sclera, the white outer layer of the eyeball, would show. Flora gave in a breathy laugh as she watched the guide play comical before her. She felt pleased that he was trying to make her feel confident.

He straightened up and looked at her with a gentle smile, "If you think it looks bad, you can close your eyes." "It's you who should close your eyes!" She couldn't see herself, and if she closed her eyes, wouldn't he see everything? Before she finished her sentence, he cooperatively closed his eyes, with a smirk on his lips, "Come on!" Bella was speechless for a moment, when did she agree to take charge herself? Wasn't that what he meant? She hesitated, and he started to get restless, suggesting, "How about we play a game, blind man's bluff... hmm... where is this?" His hands were wandering around, deliberately pretending not to know, teasing and touching sensitive areas.