Vanishing Blinds Novels & Stories

Pain shot through me as Christabel, our maid tried to remove the piece of glass stuck in my palm. Tears flowed down my cheek as I gasped for air. I placed my second palm on my face. The thought of something bad happening to Fabio ran across my mind. Knew it won't be easy and that I would suffer more in Lorenzo's hands. Not when Viola and the rest are angry at me.

“But I remember how the apartment developer was one of the clients in the company. The party was held in one of the units in that apartment, right, Madame? Of course, you can see how the electronics there are from our company.” Vivian could see how Marlon was glancing at her from the rearview mirror, but she could only look away from the man. How could she see the electronics in the apartment when she was wearing a blindfold to cover her eyes? When she was still outside the penthouse, she didn't pay much attention to her surroundings because she was too nervous, and once she was inside, she couldn't see anything because of the blindfold. So, she didn't know that the electronics in that place

Across the gray, starving skyline of New York, the truth began to scroll in letters fifty feet high. ​LIQUIDATION 2024: A FABRICATION. ​THE VANCE DEBT: VOID. ​THE ARCHITECT: ARTHUR VANE. ​THE DELETED: YOU EXIST. ​"The whole city can see it," I whispered, watching the names of the "Zeroed" flicker across the glass of the neighboring skyscrapers. ​ ​Julian lunged for me, a desperate, feral snarl escaping his lips, but Damian caught him mid-air, pinning him against the glass.

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

When Stevan saw the fabric between my fingers, his breathing faltered audibly. “What… what is that?” he asked, his Adam’s apple rising and falling. “A blindfold,” I answered with absolute calm, feeling the constant pulse of desire begin to demand its price beneath my pants. “I want you to trust me, but I know your eyes are capturing every detail of this room and turning it into a courtroom inside your head. I want to take away your sight so you can simply… feel. So you won’t see what’s coming next—only react.” He hesitated for three endless seconds, looking at the black silk and then at my eyes. Slowly, he set the wine glass on the nightstand and nodded, tilting his head slightly forward.

Unable to rest, I padded over to the kitchen, poured myself a drink, and grabbed a handful of cookies from the counter before heading back into the lounge to turn on the television. I settled onto the plush sofa, trying to lose myself in a random movie, but the dark glass of the vast, floor-to-ceiling windows kept drawing my gaze. Realising the electronic blinds were still up, leaving the entire cabin exposed to the pitch-black wilderness, I stood up and walked over to flip the wall switch to lower them. The motorized blinds began their slow, rhythmic descent. But when the fabric was barely halfway down, the air was ripped from my lungs. My eyes stretched wide in absolute, paralysing horror.

I was getting more curious and suspicious of what those words meant. I peeled myself away from the door and walked to the window. I drew the blinds and opened the window, letting the cool night in. It hit my face and I sucked in a breath, then took large gulps of air into my lungs. The night had swallowed the estate, leaving only the faint glow of the lamps in the garden. Somewhere beyond those gates, wherever he was, Vance was plotting. I could almost feel his lingering presence, the invisible stain of his arrogance clinging to me. The smell of the roses from the gardens below was carried through the wind and it wafted into my nose. My nose wrinkled at the offending and nauseating smell. I

PHEROMONE BLIND CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE The words on the laptop screen refused to disappear. FINAL PROTOCOL — PAIR ONE. Lucas stared at them, his heartbeat growing faster with every passing second. The letters seemed to pulse beneath the dim light of the room, each one carrying the weight of a truth that had been buried long before he was old enough to question it. The stranger's warning echoed in his mind. Once you see what's inside, you'll understand why they were willing to erase your entire life.

The heavy velvet drapes were drawn tight inside the formal parlor of the Vance estate, sealing out the afternoon sun. Elaine stood before the hearth, swirling a glass of dark red wine in her hand, her eyes glittering with cold, unadulterated hatred. Every second since Avery had walked out of the West Wing felt like an insulting slap to Elaine’s pride. For over a decade, she had systematically erased Sienna Vance from this house. She had forced Avery into the shadows, dressed her like a servant, and reminded her daily that she was an unwanted nuisance.

The elevator doors slid closed, breaking the moment. "Mommy, we missed it," Zia said, tugging her hand. "It’s okay, sweetheart. That elevator’s not for us," Jade whispered, heart pounding. No one dared to share a lift with the CEO. But why was he using the common elevator today? He had his own private one. Her knees felt weak. It was the first time in five years she had seen him this close. Her chest tightened. In the past, Zane had been blind—she had memorized his features but never experienced him seeing her.