Turning A Blind Eye Oblivion Novels & Stories

I went to my room and slammed the door and locked myself. "I guess now I know why she screamed earlier." Jacob told them. "My twin loves an Oblivious guy. No matter what she do, he doesn't see her." Bella and Cole told them a bit about mine and Matt's friendship. "Well, that's because he doesn't have competition. From what you told me, it seems like he also likes her, he is either really oblivious or scared to ruin his friendship with her. Or both." "I guess, we should put a plan in motion." Cole said while running his hands together.

The room tilted slightly, my breath catching in my throat. Evelyn leaned back, satisfied. “Now you see it, don’t you?” I clenched my fists. Yes. I saw it. I had been blind for too long. But not anymore. This wasn’t just about surviving. It was about taking back control. And Evan was about to learn what happened when you pushed someone too far.

“Not bad.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Good. Let me know if it becomes too much. You know the game already.” Then there was the blindfold, a deceptively simple piece of silk. Once it had covered my eyes, the world narrowed to touch, sound, and breath. The absence of sight heightened every other sense, making the brush of fingers or the whisper of movement feel thrilling. “Can you see anything?” Chris’ voice came from somewhere close, though I couldn’t tell exactly where.

The chamber felt hollow, stripped of warmth, shadows lingering like mourners at a grave. Elian reeled in the vision's clutches, horror coiling in his gut. The blindfold's purpose crystallized—the eyes, a gateway to this infernal legacy, veiling a gaze that could ensnare souls. And Kael's wolf... born of devil's spite, a monster wearing the skin of a beast.

“You’re unconvinced? Hehehe. We won’t know if we don’t try, will we? Let’s test my theory then.” the boy replied and stepped down from his mystical throne. The Blind Goddess looked into the boy’s eyes and all she could see was the vision of imminent death as it stretched its bony palms out for her. “GO AWAY!” The Blind Goddess yelled and her body turned illusory and the illusion separated into a million figures until it reached an unprecedented number that cannot be any more counted.

“I’m not staring.” “You are,” he said. “You do it when you’re thinking about something you’ve decided not to say.” I looked up. He was facing just past my shoulder. Grey eyes finding the space near me with that particular angle that felt more like being seen than most people managed with full sight. “You can’t see me,” I said. “I don’t need to see you,” he said. “I can hear you thinking.” “You can hear me thinking,” I said. “The quality of your silence changes,” he said. “When you’re holding something back it has a different weight than when you’re just quiet.”

He swung his hand impatiently and approached me. "What do you want?" I asked, and the man chuckled. "I knew you were pretending to be blind for money, but it's alright. All I care about is having a good time. Come to me, baby. I'll show you heaven…" I wasn't expecting him to see through my act that swiftly, but more surprisingly, this client was an infamous one in this line of work. He claimed no woman could escape his claws. My colleagues were all blind, and they couldn't fight back. The rooms' soundproofing system was, unfortunately, incredible, so screams couldn't be heard.