The Regressor And The Blind Saint Novels & Stories

I stood at the corner and watched him sit there while waited for the priest to come so that he would confess, yet all in vain. His jet black hair combed nicely on his head, with a few strands falling off to his stout face, his facial features sharp as though he’d been just scalped by the best, his tattoo peeked through his expensive clothes, his pale skin and dark circles made one wonder what horrors he’d watched that made him horrific. He was handsome, dangerously eye catching, he was the type that would give you wet dreams for awhile, dangerously striking, his bad boy facade made me wonder what the priests couldn’t take, he looked like the saint and dare devil in one with invisible horns.

The blind act had to hold. The older fat guy with a face like rusted sheet and a voice you could sand wood with, gave me the once-over and curled his lip. “Bringing home another stray, huh?” I was used to being looked at like I didn’t belong. This was different. This was someone inspecting the bruises on a fruit before tossing it into the discount bin. My eyes were full of a blank expression. But I noted the rusty face of that old guy. Leo Christofides may be blind, but she remembers things, and she pays her debts with interest. Eventually, but without fail. It is too bad I have a soft spot for the big guy. Even I have the right to indulge myself after being engaged to a randy loser like Ric

I stared into Henry's bloodshot eyes coolly, then I tilted my head and turned my attention to the classroom's top left corner. Sure enough, the camera's red light was blinking right there. "Do it," I said quietly. "And the dean's office will get the live feed. You'll be disqualified from the SAT. If that's something you can handle, go ahead." Henry narrowed his eyes as his hands stiffened. Chris' face fell, and he growled, "Let her go!"

Fingers pressed together to draw blood represented his mixed mood, "She is blind?" Regina was blind. After being led by the driver to this residential area. Regina experienced a fever. The women here took turns taking care of her. They saw her thin body and injection marks all over her arms. After the fever passed, Regina suddenly could no longer see anything. Her spirits were down, but the friendliness of the people there made her feel better.

The staccato crack-crack-crack echoes up the metal stairwell, vibrating through the concrete floorboards. Saint transforms. The relaxed, conversational companion vanishes instantly. His hand blurs toward his hip, and a suppressed, matte-black pistol materializes in his grip. "Down!" he barks, his voice devoid of any warmth, stripped down to raw, military command. My brain stutters. The suddenness of the violence paralyzes my limbs. Saint doesn't wait for my legs to start working. He lunges across the space between us, grabbing my shirt and yanking me forcefully to the floor.

This question has plagued his quest for that far away top. “HEHEHE! Do you think she doesn’t know? You are young, Caiden. And your youth shows in your words. The Blind Goddess knows everything about us. I will not be even surprised if she was right here in this very room, hidden from our eyes and chuckling at our stupidity.” Chayene replied as her eyes blazed with a magnificent carmine tint and roamed them freely. Alas, even her supernatural perception failed to notice anything out of ordinary.

*** Chester stood on the shore of an island, it was an enormous island of about seven kilometers length and five kilometers breadth. It seemed to him like it was dome-shaped with an opeque glass one could not see through. He made one step towards the glass then he heard lightning sound and flash of red and white lightening strike at once. "The last saint is at the shore, he has arrived to challenge our developments," he heard an announcement coming from the dome-shaped glass just after the lightning has struck. Instantly the atmosphere which had been gay turned cloudy and dark, rumbling continued to be heard from a distance and flashing of lightning continued.

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

Several camera flashes blinded Alessa as she looked at Kyle’s bloody knuckles. He was kneeling, exhausted in front of her. On the floor, next to them lay a man, his face also bloody and his eyes closed but hopefully only because he was unconscious. “Kyle Danny. Who is this woman? Where is your fiancee? Why did you hurt this man? How did you two meet?” These were just some of the questions being hurled at them, but they were not looking away from each other.

Maggie again, gathered the food, and stepped out into the cool evening air, the book pressed close to her side as she made her way to the home she shared with Father Ambrose. *** Father Ambrose’s fingers twitched as he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, sweat pooling at his collar. Across from him, Nico leaned back against the worn couch, his sharp gaze studying the desperate man before him. “I’ve given you enough time,” Nico said coolly. “It’s time to pay up.” Ambrose swallowed hard. “Please, just a little longer. I swear, I—I just need a little more time.”