The Blind Bandit Novels & Stories

The concept of rules and community is so strange to them, and I would not let them ruin everything I have spent my entire life building. “We are ready to leave your Highness,” my beta announced, I nodded curtly before I stalked towards the door and I could hear everyone make way for me. Being blind has its own perks and having a fantastic sense of smell to cover for it is one of the things that the moon goddess did for me that I am proud of. I do not have to see my enemies before I take them and it has helped me stay relevant all these years, and I do not plan to stop now. Especially now that I have found my mates and other alphas might think they have found a way to get to me.

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.

"But if this is a double-cross..." "If it were a double-cross, I'd have sold you to the Hounds an hour ago," Blind Eye muttered. "Go. Take the service chute. It dumps into the sewers. It smells, but it's bulletproof." As Jack and Finch ran for the chute, Blind Eye sat alone in the belfry, listening to the wind. He reached into his pocket and touched a small, cold device. "I'm sorry, Jack," he whispered to the empty room. "But ten billion is a lot of leverage."

Then, a mountain bandit said impolitely, "Hey, I'm here to send you away from the cottage. Get up now. Don't dawdle because if my boss changes his mind, it'll be too late." Darryl sat up, rubbing his eyes. When he heard that, he laughed and answered, "Okay, I'll get up now." Immediately, Darryl got down from the bed and opened the door. He saw the mountain bandit standing outside the door, looking impatient, and he had a black cloth in his hand. "Blindfold yourself." The mountain bandit threw the black cloth to Darryl and said sternly, "Don't fool around. No one had ever walked out of this cottage. You're the first."

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.