Novel & Cerita The Regressor And The Blind Saint

Luckily, Michael reminded her, or else she might end up talking nonsense again. Although Edward James did not see Clara, the woman sitting with him saw her. The woman looked straight at Clara when she was still looking at him. It startled Clara. On the contrary, her body began to heat up and her mood was uneasy as if she had just been caught by the woman doing her bad deeds. “I thought you said you’d heard of Edward James, so you should know.” Clara wanted to forget what had just happened, so she talked to Michael. “Know what?” “Edward James is a blind man. He’s blind so he can’t see me.”

No Saint. "Saint...please no..." I said softly that only he heard, he ignored me and focused his attention on Psalm. "Of course! My Dad is the fourth highest mafia boss." What? Psalm is a mafia prime? I immediately turned to him and saw his surprise at what he said. "Then you might know me too..." Saint said and I saw him slowly take off his eyepatch. No! Not here! Before Saint could completely remove his eyepatch I did what I knew I had to do. I rushed to him and immediately hugged him, tight.

“Do you understand what I’m saying? They could’ve killed you!” Was I supposed to be grateful they didn’t? “And? I mean it’s not like my life is worth living anymore,” I yelled, then took two steps back. “You can still do it now.” I raised my two hands. “Please shoot me and put me out of my misery. Please…” Salvatore looked at me with a blank expression before it morphed into something that had an uncanny resemblance with regret. “Let’s go in, the night is chilly. I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Feel absolutely disgusted by it. Before, Hunter used to be careful, meticulous, even—he must have been. I don’t know how he managed it, how he kept everything so clean, so untraceable that I never once questioned him. But he must have paid attention to the smallest things… the kind most people wouldn’t even think twice about. But I’m not most people. I’m blind. And somehow, that works in my favor. My other senses have sharpened—maybe out of necessity, maybe out of habit. Either way, I rely on them now in a way I never did before.

The mattress creaked. They didn't hug. They didn't cry. They just sat there, side by side, breathing the same air, staring at the same window. "I'm sorry," Simone whispered. "For everything. For the drugs. For the stealing. For disappearing. For not being there when Mom died." "I know." "I'm going to be a better person. I'm going to be a better sister. I promise." Chloe took her hand. "Then show me. Not with words. With actions. One day at a time."

⸻ Later that morning, Saint caught me making tea in the kitchen. He was already at the counter, doodling in his notepad. When I walked in, he glanced up and held out a fresh page. “Nice robe.” I froze. “Nice robe, but I’m wearing a dress kiddo. Well, except you saw me earlier.“ “I’m mute, not blind.” “You looked cute.” I blinked. “You’re supposed to be on my side.” Later in the evening, I was mid-pour with Saint’s orange juice when everything just… blinked.

“Thanks, Priest, but to be honest, most of the time, I’m just trying to keep myself from falling apart. I won’t pretend that life hasn’t been rough for us, but we have each other. If it weren't for Connor, I would probably have given up already. But he’s the one that keeps me going.” To my surprise, Priest rests a gentle hand on mine and whispers. “I don’t know if Declan told you, but I used to be blind.” My mouth gapes open with shock. “What? Yeah, Hunter told me. I just didn’t want to be rude by bringing it up.” He nods his head and taps an index finger against his temple. “I was in an accident a few years ago that caused me to go blind. I had surgery a few months back to repair it, and th

I get the sense that they’ve had this disagreement before. “You kids good?” Reggie smirks, looking between them. “We’ve established an understanding over the past few weeks.” Arrow looks out of the corner of his eye at Reggie. “Bronx may be a demigod, but Saint is not.” “Are we done with this shit?” Saint’s mood has soured. He helps me stand up and pushes away from the chair. He paces uncomfortably, ready to leave the room. “Come on, Alpha.” Reggie looks amused at Saint being uncomfortable. “Let’s get you out of here.”

the man revealed as he reached for his blade and stabbed it toward the old man. Although the blind man could not see, he could still perceive everything around him. He instantly dodged the man’s slash and took a step back. “People from the Southern Crypt Capital? You have been pursuing us for ten years, yet you still won’t let us go.” “Hehe… If you hand over the preion, we will naturally not pester you anymore.” “Come and get it if you can.” The blind man scrambled to his side and grabbed the flagpole. He flung off the flag, and the flagpole transformed into a vajra lance.

With that, Anda slipped back inside Kiema's body as my tiger slid back into mine. We all looked at Ten/Saint. Saint shook his head. "He's gone. Faded so fast I couldn't follow him." "Fuck," Ransom said. I fully fucking agreed.