Turning A Blind Eye Oblivion Novels & Stories

Gentle hands hold my hair back and slowly rub my back soothingly as I rest my cheek against the toilet seat. “I’m worried about you, Yil. This isn’t normal,” she says with unveiled worry, “What did you see this time?” “Nothing,” I whisper. “Did… did you just lie?” she asks in shock. “I didn’t see anything because I can’t see anything! I’m blind, I can’t see. It’s not my eyes! They’re someone else’s eyes. I’m seeing through someone else’s eyes, not mine. There is an invader in my head forcing images upon me I don’t wish to see. So they can’t be my eyes,” I say in a hysterical rush as tears stream down my cheeks, “I feel like I’m going crazy, and I can’t make it stop.” I sob. Nuray moves close

said Lanox smiling at me. "I could feel you; your scent is exquisite, gardenia and vanilla," he said, caressing and smelling me; he was so close to me that he didn't let me think clearly. "I don't know what this place is; I know in my right mind I wouldn't have done something like this." I told him, confused, looking around me and with mixed feelings. "This is Oblivion Faith, this had to happen," Eve kept saying in my mind over and over again.

“I'll turn a blind eye, until the old Elijah I met comes back.” I am engraving that to the stone. itsclarixass

Alpha Ryder said. “You can’t do this to me, you can’t make Mr blind” Ivan said and alpha Ryder burst into laughter. “I can do more than this my friend” Alpha Ryder smile. He moved closer to Ivan and also tye in on a poll, Ivan is too weak to fight back which made it easy for alpha Ryder to tye him. He moved closer to him and take the plier directly to his eyes. “Oh, no, don’t do that you can’t make my husband blind” Ivan wife scream and Alpha Ryder plug the plier on Ivan eyes. One of his eyes fall down and Ivan wife passed out.

he said, his voice cheerful but flat, like a recorded message. Liora reached out with her senses. Where there should have been a tapestry of memories, joy, anger, love, sorrow, there was only a single, repeating note. A bland, contented hum. It was the most terrifying emptiness she had ever felt. "This is the work of the Oblivion," the Remnant murmured. "It has learned from your actions. It knows that powerful, painful memories can be anchored and used against it. So, it is creating memories with no power at all. Memories with no pain, no joy, no depth. A world of pleasant nothingness. A story with no conflict, and therefore, no heart."

My heart and my thoughts weren’t on the same side anymore. He guided me toward a small alcove draped in velvet “Sit,” he murmured in a low tone. “Just watch. That’s all.” Then his lips curved, almost teasing. “Tell me, Delilah… have you ever heard of the blindfold game?” I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. “Also calked the ‘Blindfolded Session'. Everyone gets blindfolded and the lights are turned off completely dark. You can fuck whoever you want without knowing who it is.' He grinned mischievously. 'No faces, no names, just raw sex.'”

I hear a few chuckles around me, and feel my ears turn red. I focus on my senses, and I can feel the slight movement of the ground and the scents on the air. I close my eyes. Why does that help when I already can’t see? Fuck knows, but it helps me zone in more, and I’m able to defend against Lincoln’s attacks fairly well. I take more hits than I would if I could see, but I’m able to hold him off. After a while, Baxter’s whistle blows, and I remove the blindfold.

"So, you do know you're oblivious, huh?" When he turned around, all the gentleness vanished from his face. He looked coldly into the hidden camera and said, "Nora Lane, Susan Summers, since you dared to lay a hand on my fiancee, I believe you are ready to become an enemy of my family and me." Bodyguards wearing full black surged out and surrounded the two of them. Nora's face turned pale and she looked to my family for help. They turned away in disappointment, not wanting to look at her again. Susan's legs gave out as she collapsed to the floor. She had only wanted to drive me away because she was jealous.

“To my mother’s vault.” The silence that followed was absolute. I could almost hear the recalculations happening in Rose’s mind. The shift from seeing me as a pathetic blind girl to a legitimate threat. “A vault?” she repeated, her voice strained. “Celeste’s vault? And you expect us to believe a… a clay model made by a blind girl will lead you to it?” “I don’t care what you believe,” I said, lifting my head and aiming my gaze in her direction. “The journal is real. The code is real. This,” I gestured to the clay map, “is the key. Your belief is not required.”