Too Blind To See Her Breaking Novels & Stories

(KLAUS BLACKWELL’S POINT OF VIEW) He saw the moment she broke. It wasn't a dramatic collapse; it was a slow, agonizing surrender. The light in her eyes went out, leaving them a dull, bruised purple. She looked smaller, more fragile, as if the weight of the city were finally crushing the spirit out of her. Klaus felt a small, professional satisfaction. Logic had succeeded where obsession had failed.

“Seeing you hurt, with that bandage on your head, it scared me and—” “Before I fainted,” she interrupted, her blood boiling as the memory surfaced, “I saw you two last night.” The room felt heavier. “Even after that,” she continued, her voice quieter now, strained, “I was still ready to put it behind us. A moment of weakness. That’s what I told myself.”

“Ahh. I can't see!” I got up slowly, brushing my messy hair from my forehead. My back was aching so bad that it was difficult to process anything else. Her glasses were a few feet away. I picked them up, turned them over in my hand, then looked at her. Still on the floor, blinking up at me like a lost kitten. Of course. She couldn’t see a damn thing. I sighed, crouched in front of her, and held them out. “Hold still,” I said, quieter than I meant to.

The day I bought the limited-edition Aston Martin, I drove it straight to a private clinic. I ordered the surgeon to remove my corneas. In my last life, on Halloween night, my boyfriend’s childhood friend, Gia, stole my car keys. She took him and his gutter-trash friends to an underground casino in Brooklyn. High on coke, she floored it. She ran down the New York Mafia Don’s wife and only heir at an intersection. But her friends swore to the Don’s enforcers that I was the one behind the wheel. When the Don's capo pressed a gun to my forehead, I trembled, desperately explaining Gia was the driver. She just shrank into my boyfriend's arms, sobbing. “Sera, I know you hate that we grew up togeth

After all, it's simply too easy for 'accidents' to happen in places like that… "I'm going to arrange for some trustworthy Rogues to pose as wolves from Kael's pack and attack our convoy. And when things get chaotic, destroying her eyes will be nothing but a piece of cake! "In fact, I can even injure her even more severely if I want to—perhaps I'll just destroy her wolf while I'm at it. That way, she'll be even more dependent on me," Gabriel said slyly. "As long as she's blind and disabled, she will forever have to depend on me for the rest of her life and believe every single word I say. Then, she will obediently and willingly look after Leon for us, making him her only emotional support."

Evelyn fell silent for a moment. I glanced over and saw her gaze lowered, hiding whatever she was feeling. I remembered how, in the past, those beautiful eyes of hers never seemed to focus, merely staring blankly ahead. But it always felt like there was a hint of a smile in her eyes whenever I got close. Once, I naively asked, "You can't even see, Eve. So how do you always manage to smile right at me?" Evelyn felt around for my hand, then brought it to her lips and kissed it. "Matt, even if I can't see, I can feel you. I've imagined what you look like countless times."

Eyes locked on me like I might attack again. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I say. Wrong words. I see it instantly. Because her expression twists— not into relief— but disbelief. “That’s what they said too,” she whispers. My jaw tightens. “I’m not them.” “You don’t know that!” she snaps, voice cracking. “You don’t know what I see right now!” “What do you see?” Her gaze drags over me— slow— shaking— terrified. “You,” she says. “But not you.”

Focused on nothing. He can't see me, she reminded herself, desperately trying to calm her racing heart. He’s blind. Damien leaned down, his face inches from hers. But instead of pressing his lips to hers, he tilted his head, his warm breath brushing intimately against her ear. His lips parted, and he whispered in a tone so low, so dangerously sharp, that only she could hear it.

She throws a hateful gaze before continue to clap, "Bravo! You both are good actors, and I am the dumb human who can’t even see what happened in front of her eyes can’t see through your fake masks." She isn’t ready to listen to any explanation given by me, she is gone too far to hear or understand any explanation given by anyone, but I can’t let her think that I betrayed her I didn’t betray her it’s all a lie it’s all a plan of witches to break her. Why can’t she see through it, I have to do something I can’t let her suffer anymore.

Suddenly she smiled again "I'll be waiting for that day Kareem...that day I'll prove you wrong..." she said with so much confident ****** I performed my prayers. I came up to the room after spending about thirty minute in my study room. I wanted to stay longer,I wanted to brush up a few work but I suddenly have this pain in my head. It wasn't letting me see clearly and I was beginning to feel drowsy. seeing the way as everything is as silence as this, I think she's so smart enough not to tell our families anything, I'm sure it would have gone out of hands if they should know,turning a little things into a big deal most especially Mom