The Blind Bandit Mga Nobela at Kwento

This is the calm before the storm of slaughter starts. Suddenly the note string along with immaterial blades that were released in each of the notes cut down the bandit at the back while the bandits at the fronts remain ignorant of what happened at the back, completely captivated by the illusion of the music that trapped them within the land of their dreams.

The sudden bloody scene shock the second guard, but it was too late I already throwing my fist at his throat which made his shout immediately stop, I then kicked his knees immediately broke them, and before he got to kneels in pain, I grab his chin and slit his throat with my Karambit, drown and choked on his own blood the second guards were dead within 3 moves. [42 targets remaining, sir ]. < CLINK!! >….< BBOOOFFF!! > "AAARRGGHHH!!! MY EYES!!!…"(Bandits) Eyeing for the small gap between the closed gate, I can see the rowdy bandits busy partying circling around the fire pit in the middle of the square, they don't even realize that 8 of them are already dead. Pulling the pin from the Flashban

By day, Sienna was a composed, intelligent assistant to one of the most high profile attorneys in the city. By night, specifically, Friday nights, she gave up control. She descended into a world where her name didn’t matter. Where no one knew her. Where she couldn’t see only feel. The Blindfold Club was invitation only. Hidden behind a velvet curtained elevator in an unmarked building. Once inside, members turned in their phones, their names, and their secrets. Everyone wore black. Everyone wore masks. Those selected for the blindfold experience surrendered everything.

When you and Darren were still. "That was another lifetime," Amira said smoothly, every word practiced. "This is my husband, Leon Mercer," she continued, her hand tightening slightly on his arm. "Leon, Camila Eve and Darren Cole." Leon inclined his head with perfect politeness. "Miss Eve. Mr. Cole." Darren extended his hand, and Amira watched with intense focus as Leon reached out. His hand found Darren's with only the slightest hesitation—exactly the right amount of uncertainty for a blind man who'd spent years adapting. His grip was firm but not aggressive.

Isadora was with the security guard in the mansion waiting for her mother as usual, Just then Liam caught sight of her, he was holding a ball and he walked up to her. "Who's there?". Isadora asked knowing fully well someone was standing in front of her. She used her hands to try to search for the person, but Liam pushed back."Andrew, is that you?". "So, is true that you are blind".Liam said and Isadora sighed hearing the voice. "Oh, Liam, it's you, but why didn't you say anything?". "I wanted to know if truly we are blind". "As you can see, I am".She smiles.

Playing nice was so hard and I needed all the willpower I had to do this charade infront of my family, not him. "We would need to bandage her eyes... keep her like that for about three to four weeks. And even after that she would need to use sunglasses outside for a period of time... pretend to adjust." Somehow that sounded perfect in my head. She would, even for a short four weeks be forced to walk around blind. She would get to taste her lie on her own skin.

It was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but notice the fact that she had yet to look into his eyes! "I apologize, she is blind" Antonio spoke up as he took a step in front of his daughter in a protective stance. The prince simply nodded and tried to keep his mind off of the woman that intrigued him so much. He didn't miss the fact that his wolf was going crazy. She was his mate but she was also a Vampire. A Blind vampire. It was as if something in him switched off. The moon Goddess had given him a defective mate.

He swung his hand impatiently and approached me. "What do you want?" I asked, and the man chuckled. "I knew you were pretending to be blind for money, but it's alright. All I care about is having a good time. Come to me, baby. I'll show you heaven…" I wasn't expecting him to see through my act that swiftly, but more surprisingly, this client was an infamous one in this line of work. He claimed no woman could escape his claws. My colleagues were all blind, and they couldn't fight back. The rooms' soundproofing system was, unfortunately, incredible, so screams couldn't be heard.

Before he hung up, he asked, “Anyway, before I go… Have you ever heard if Brendan Brighthall has a girlfriend or something who’s also blind?” The woman on the other side sounded downright stupefied. “Blind? Blake Dunn, do you think this is funny?” “I’m not being funny, Lily! It’s a blind woman whose face also seemed kinda scarred or injured. I mean, she had bandages behind her mask. Does a girlfriend like that ever exist?”