The Regressor And The Blind Saint Novels & Stories

"Soph, what's wrong?" I blink, looking at Reagan then back at the entrance of Cipher where I saw Kaden. But there's no one there. Was I hallucinating? Am I pining after a man so much that I've started conjuring him up? He looked so real. Older, different, and... Yeah, that was so not him. The guy I thought I saw looked at the car. At me. But Kaden couldn't have looked at me because he was born blind. This only goes to show how much I need to get over him.

He would rather live and be blind, than seeing but not remembering the beautiful girl who held magic on her fingertips and smelt like roses. A depressed Natalie sat on the beach. The night was only shy away from hitting twelve as tears continued to leave her blue eyes, her mind replaying the terrible scene that had happened. The confusion written on his face would haunt her forever because what should have been a happy event had turned twisted and dark as the love of her life ceased to remember her. Everything that they had been through together was gone just like that. Was it selfish of her to think that she would rather have him blind if it meant he would remember her than with his sight a

I dug my nails into my palm to hide my fear and panic, and it was all because of the comments that appeared on the screen just then. "Ah, the female lead was so busy being a saint again that she even dared to bring home three fugitives wanted for murder." "Yeah. She and Violet will be paying for it tonight." "Poor Violet. I feel so sorry for her." "My poor Violet! I had just started liking her, but now, I have to watch her suffer like this." "I know, right? Scarlet invited them back for dinner out of the kindness of her heart, but they went ahead and forced themselves on poor Violet instead! What jerks! Get the hell out of that place!"

He looked like he wanted to jump across the wood and wrap his hands around my throat. "You got lucky, you little bitch," Melvin growled, his upper lip curling back over his teeth. "You think this is over? You think the Rogue Pack royals are some kind of saints? You think they will protect you forever? Santiago’s methods are far more ruthless than you can even dream of. When he gets tired of you, he will drop you in a ditch." I stood up slowly. I did not rush. I smoothed down the front of my jacket, keeping my movements deliberate and calm.

Nicholas' eyes dragged over Saint slowly, almost in an insolent manner, like he had all the time in the world and Saint's patience wasn't a finite thing. "You're going to apologise to her right now." He said and wore his glasses back, fixing them on the bridge of his nose. That wasn't a suggestion. Nicholas rolled his tongue and let out a faint chuckle. "I didn't know he was blind in both eyes," one of his goons laughed. Then he stood up, his expression that depicted silliness a few minutes ago had disappeared. "Are you drunk, Saint? Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

Her aura swirling around her like a golden protective cloak, her armor as she faces the enemy. Saint is next into the room as his mother stands off against Reece, the queen smiling with an easy manner while Reece looks demented. I still feel my body starting to fade as breathing becomes heavy, I feel weak as Saint works to untie me. Everywhere our skin touch comes alive with the most intoxication sparks from our bond.

A Saint Reaper of Mafias, the reaper of those who try to oppose the sacred law of the Mirage. The old man smirked at him. "What a surprise, Saint! You've made a grand entrance again. You managed to find me. How marvelous!" he greeted the man with sarcasm. Saint's face blandly turned to the old man. Afterwards, he bowed his head and removed his hat. As he stood formally in front of him like a cunning soldier of his family, he started to speak. "I'm not going to read you all the notes. I can only do it once. And once should be enough for the front bosses to abide. However, your stubbornness seemed too enjoyable for you, eh? You still exploit artifacts that don't belong to you. For example..."

she remarked as I approached her as if she’d been expecting me. “Good morning Queen Dowager!”I bowed respectfully. “Hmm...We both know the morning will only be good if you have good news for me, Maya! Go on, spit it." “Well, it’s about Regan! I got shocking news from Zarah. Regan can see the invisible. He has the ability to see the invisible!” I said with intrigue. “Seriously!” The Dowager's brows furrowed as I gave my report and her eyes instantly turned dark red.

That day left me blinded for life, it left me scarred and it left me to the event that changed my whole life around. Two years had gone by since I was left blinded by that hunter's trap. My parents didn't care when I came home, bumping into things, with blood on my face. Over the course of two years, I had healed but my sight was lost forever, it was during this time that I began to rely on my hearing and soon I adapted to the black void that would always be with me. It was also during this time that I began to hear my parents whisper things about the upcoming winter, getting rid of their mistake, and finally hoping that they'd be set free of it. Somehow I knew they were talking about me but

"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.