The Blind Phil Robertson Movie の小説・ストーリー

And the thing that makes me hold my breath, is the feeling of his heart beating rapidly in his chest, banging against my ear. It's the most beautiful, electrifying noise. The beat of his heart is like music to my ears and it's a song I can play over and over again. When the movie ends, I lift my head off of Crayvin's chest and sit at the edge of the bed, checking the time. We have one hour to get ready and head to work. I lift my arms in the air and stretch as I turn my head to look back at Crayvin. I thought he had been asleep since he didn't say a word during the movie, but I was dead wrong.

“I’m serious about you not telling people I’m a werewolf. It’s dangerous to you and to my kind.” Anger flares up. My emotions are like a yo-yo with this guy. “Don’t you worry, buddy. Your secret is safe with me.” I lift my glass of wine for a gulp, but it’s not cold enough to cool my temper the way I’d hoped. “I won’t be bragging about this blind date to anyone.” “Are you always this touchy?” Ryan asks. He turns off the TV and tosses the remote, which clatters on the coffee table.

You would have heard of the man first before seeing him; the way his cane scraped on the floor when he was coming brought more fear than the noise of the cane itself. One word was perfect to describe him: he is ruthless. A man you don’t mess with, or else he would end you even before you know it. It was a known fact, and no one explored it except some people with death wishes. “All hail Alpha King Lucius.” The palace bard man called out, and everyone sitting rose in honour of the blind man who managed to bring an entire realm under his control without his eyes. The cane wound was getting louder, and the men in the room were getting more scared.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

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.

“Ian, I don’t understand what you are trying to say.” Ian brought out his phone. “Come on, tell me what’s—“ He silenced her with a finger pressed to his lips. And played the file that was sent to him. It was a recording! The deep voice began. "Good day, Mr Ian Bryant. I am sending this recording to share a few things I know about a woman named Ria Robert. I know you are pretty close to her but she is worth nothing at all. Why are you wasting your time helping an opportunist like her? Well I don’t blame you because it seems that you don't know who she really is. I mean her true colors. I will tell you who she is now so you will stay away from her or else you might end up losing everything you

“Come on, we’ve got to get you cleaned up.” It felt unbelievable good to have a shower. To feel the cold water running along my back, down my butt and even over my aching legs. I almost cried. I was robbed of so many things being locked in that hellhole. Thomas didn’t know, but I wasn’t able to make out every colour, most things seemed a blur, others were fragments or black and white. It’s said that after a while many things lost function of certain organs when they weren’t in use. Most fishes in the darkness couldn’t see, maybe I was slowly going blind, having seen nothing but complete darkness for longer than I cared to remember.

The air was thick with the smell of the sea and diesel. Filippo, about 11 inches shorter than Matteo, was a stout man. He wore a deep blue polo shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows. He shared some resemblance to Matteo, but their personalities were worlds apart. Matteo was a blade drawn from its sheath, all edge and menace, while Filippo was a rock—solid, heavy, with unreadable depth. “Alessia.” He stood up and shook my hand. “Vittoria mentioned that you’d like to see me, and I thought she was kidding.”

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.