Vanishing Blinds Novels & Stories

Like this is exactly what she wanted. Adrian doesn’t look at her. Not anymore. His focus is on the room. The exits. The glass walls. Every reflection. “Close the blinds,” he orders. No hesitation. A security officer rushes to comply. The floor-to-ceiling glass begins to darken, the city outside fading into shadow. But for a brief second—before the tint fully settles—I see it again. Movement. A flicker in the reflection. Behind us. Gone before I can focus. My breath catches. Adrian feels it. His grip tightens slightly.

I blink, and he’s there. Closer. Watching. His outline was sharp against the strobe lights. His hand — steady, sure — reaches for me. “That’s not him,” I whisper. Or think I do. But his fingers close around my arm. Firm. Cold. My body gives out. The floor rushes up to meet me. The lights smear into streaks of colour. The last thing I see is his shadow leaning over me — calm, unhurried — before the world folds in on itself. Then—nothing.

With a heart drumming with joy, I reached out to the file and opened it. I retrieved a white paper inside and stared at it , my gaze scanning on it, grasping the content. The smile on my face faltered, replaced with a deep frown. “Divorce agreement?" I looked up, my brow knotted as confusion flashed in my eyes. Maverick nodded gently and said. “Just like you see. Sign it. I'm quitting the marriage." He simply said, his words hanging in the air. It was as if everything around me froze.

I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles. His gaze fell on me, greedy and sickening, like a snake's tongue flicking. "Well, well, I didn't expect to find such a pretty young lady here." Marianne let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Don't touch her!" I clenched my teeth, fighting down the despair churning in my chest, and turned to whisper to my mother, "Mom, whatever happens next, don't interfere. "Move back. There's a trampoline outside the window that should cushion your fall.

Banging on my door, she shouted loud enough for the whole building to hear. "So what if you got Skyler to kick me out, Julia? Your paintings are all gone, and you're practically blind! "By the way, he was the one who showed me all your work first. And yeah, I did copy you, but so what? It's not like I would've been able to if Skyler hadn't allowed me to!" I sat quietly inside my home and didn't bother to answer the door despite Leah's words. Unbeknownst to her, there was a security camera installed at my door, which also recorded audio. As such, everything she had said was recorded loud and clear. Hence, she had essentially just confessed to plagiarizing my work.

"And you, dear, seem to have something to prove." "I'd like to disappear," I admitted. "But not without being noticed. I'd like to enter the room and have the one man responsible for doing me harm struggle to breathe under the press of his remorse." Lucia nodded curtly in affirmation. "We will play with black." By the weekend, my closet was looking like something out of one of the James Bond movies. Silks, flawlessly fitted blazers, and slit dresses daring enough to attract attention but crafted to create a sense of elegance, not desperation. Lucia taught me how to stride like I owned the world—how to execute calculated turns and how to enter a room with intention.

"Please, George...can I talk to him? I need to know why he did this to me." My laughter was harsh. How could she think of him even in this situation? "Talk to him? Are you kidding me? Luca's gone, Willow. Forever. And even if he wasn't, what would be the point? He's made it clear how little you mean to him." Willow's face tore from in anguish. "And my eyesight? Can I get it back? Please, George, tell me there's a way..." My voice was cold. "No, Willow. There's no way. You're blind now. And it's all because of your stupidity."

Gwan who are both shocked. "What?" Jung-Ho raises his voice, making Mrs. Gwan hold his hand. "Yes Mr. Gwan, At first we thought it was because she was unconscious for a month but unfortunately nothing worked on her. It will take time to get her vision back." He looks at them and continues. "But, we are not sure there are only 2% chances." He continues and pauses while glancing at Mrs. Gwan and Jung-Ho. "What do you mean?" Jung-Ho asks. "We are sorry Mr. Gwan but we can only hope right now." Dr. Pung apologises again. "What? No, There has to be a solution!" Jung-Ho exclaims while clenching her teeth. "There is nothing else we can do." Jung-Ho's eyes welled up with tears and guilt visible on h

He regretted it the moment those words left his lips. Tears built in Bonnie's eyes. "I'm sor-" "Lorenzo! Come quick, the news." Grace hurriedly said as she dragged Lorenzo to the living room. "21 year old Bonnie Evans went missing Thursday July 13th after being last seen at The Velvet Room, a nightclub in California. Evans was seen with her best friend Becca Jones and is the last person she spoke to before she supposedly went missing. Evans is also described to be blind. She was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa when she was only 14, an eye disease in which the back wall of the eye is damaged. Police investigators only found her cellphone and her guide dog in an alley of Mellway Street. Ev

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .