Sad Daddy Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

An older man with a British accent approached us. "Sanders! Good to see you too!" Lee smiled. They hugged. "This is my girlfriend, Scarlett." He shook my hand. "You're beautiful. How'd you get her? Ugly sod like yourself." Sanders laughed. "She's blind in her right eye. Thinks I look like a young James Duval." "The doctors are still searching for a cure. They're close so soon I can see just how hideous he really is." I grinned. "Funny as well? You hit the jackpot, Master Lee."

“Four boys followed her, and none of them made it out.” My stomach plummeted and tongue turned to ash in my mouth. All I could see was Arianna’s face, her wide-lipped grin as she bounced in her bar seat and clapped every time I made a drink she liked. “She killed them?” I didn’t realize I was whispering until I uttered the last word. “All but one.” Hael nodded evenly. “The one that lived, he’s blind now. Last I checked, he just celebrated his eleventh birthday. When he gets his wolf and shifts for the first time, he’ll have to learn to navigate the forest without sight.”

This sounds easy enough, I thought to myself. “But there’s a catch,” the announcer continued, holding up a small black blindfold. “Both parents will be blindfolded. It will be the child’s job to use their Mindlink to guide their searching parent to the waiting parent, as well as the searching parent’s job to use their child’s advice and their own sense of smell to find their partner!”

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

“We are here,” Drake remarked, leading her into the biggest room in the mansion. Unfortunately, Luna couldn’t notice that though. “I’ll show you around,” he smiled softly, offering his hand to her. For a moment, it felt strange for him to offer a hand. ‘Does he know my weakness?’ she thought, and a series of quivers ran under her skin. She couldn’t even imagine what would happen if someone discovered that she was blind. “I’ll walk by myself. Thank you,” Luna hesitated. She really didn’t want to get caught in her act.

The headlights of a truck shone through the lonely road in the most remote parts of the city. Manning the wheel was James Landry, who didn’t so much as stop his rough driving, his eyes held a greedy void as he pressed on the gas pedal. He had stumbled into a few potholes that had slowly woken up the tied-up passenger in the back, the tied-up passenger being none other than his daughter, Sadie. Sadie’s eyes blinked open, her vision blurred and body groggy with pain; it took an instant for all the memories to come flooding back as she recalled trying to escape while heavily drugged.

“You clearly knew where the watch was. If not, how could you have—” “Ivy has always been good with her other senses,” Finn says, coming to my rescue even though I could have handled it myself. But I don’t stop him either. Perhaps it’s better if he does the so-called explaining. “She might be blind, but all these years she trained herself to rely on her other senses. Isn’t that right, Hunter?” Hunter has no choice but to agree. And he does. How can he not? Especially when he was the one who always encouraged me to sharpen my other senses. Back then, he used to tell me that losing my sight didn’t mean losing myself. That blindness wasn’t a weakness unless I allowed it to become one.

Those who needed to use more grenades did. A fuel tank somewhere hit and the air suddenly smelled of oil and char—sweet and stinging. Someone screamed like a beast. Someone else laughed with a noise that could only be called hunger. I hadn't just come with my trio. I came with a fucking army today. Because we decided it was going to be a bloodbath. We were done hunting. Hunting had been fun. But there was nothing we could do when we finally knew where Blayne was. He was the biggest catch, and the thrill of laying my hands on him sent a delicious chill up my spine.

CHAPTER FIVE We’d stopped for gas at least twice before reaching the outskirts of Crest Falls in the early morning hours. From what I’d gathered, Hunter wasn’t much of a talker. Whether it was due to paranoia or just a deeply ingrained habit, I couldn’t be sure. “Fancy a cup of coffee, Maddison?” he asked, pulling into the parking lot of a small, almost deserted diner. Just as quickly, his expression shifted. His face paled as he mumbled, “Unless... pregnant women shouldn’t drink coffee. I don’t know jack about the do’s and don’ts of pregnancy.”

He'd make a great hunter in the coming year. "Your hearing is astounding, I can only hear the birds and squirrels but you can hear for miles. Although you may not be able to see what you hunt, you can smell and hear them." Kate said smiling as she watched her brother look at her happily, his sightless blue eyes gleaming with happiness.