Turning A Blind Eye Oblivion Novels & Stories

“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.”

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

The gray fog in my right eye wasn't just blindness; it was an eviction notice. I stood in the sub-level command deck of Rebirth City, staring at the flickering tactical monitors through a haze that tasted of winter and old static. Every time I used the golden arm to ground the city’s failing power grid, the "Gilded Toll" took another bite of my humanity. My right eye was becoming a graveyard of color, leaving me with only the cold, sharpened gold of my left side to navigate the wreckage of my empire.

"But if this is a double-cross..." "If it were a double-cross, I'd have sold you to the Hounds an hour ago," Blind Eye muttered. "Go. Take the service chute. It dumps into the sewers. It smells, but it's bulletproof." As Jack and Finch ran for the chute, Blind Eye sat alone in the belfry, listening to the wind. He reached into his pocket and touched a small, cold device. "I'm sorry, Jack," he whispered to the empty room. "But ten billion is a lot of leverage."

Now, they were flat on their bellies on the cold tarmac. Penelope did not speak a single word. She just stared down at them. Her eyes were cold, distant, and completely empty of human mercy. She looked like an executioner waiting for the clock to strike. The weight of her presence came right through the screen. The entire square on the live feed was dead silent. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Then, Penelope raised her left hand. A sudden flash of silver light blinded the camera for a split second. A longbow, woven from bright moonlight, materialised in her grip.

Outside the window, the rain continued its relentless assault against the metal frame of the SUV, the sound drumming against the roof like the beating of a dark heart. Dominic tilted his head slightly, turning his face toward the sound with an expressionless precision. He had always been able to see through people's defenses. Now, he would have to do it without his eyes. "Keep my eyes a secret. Not a single word to anyone. If word gets out that I'm blind, the wolves will circle." He raised his hand, his fingers closing slowly through the empty air in a gesture of quiet, absolute possession—as if he were already closing his grip around the fleeing figure of Avery Clair.

Only when he turned the volume to the highest setting was he able to make out the faint recording. "Your other eye is going to be blind too, isn't it? Well, guess what? I was never blind. I just needed an excuse to stay here, but can you believe Cedric actually said he'd give me your cornea?" The rest of the sentence was drowned out by the sound of his own voice scolding me in the background. A chill ran down his spine. His expression twisted as panic overtook him. His hands shook as he desperately sifted through the papers. Finally, he found Celine's eye report. It clearly stated that her vision was normal in both eyes.