Vanishing Blinds Novels & Stories

"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

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.

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. . . .

Sunlight filtered through the holes in the window blinds, casting pale golden streaks across the room. The translucent curtains fluttered in the artificial breeze from the air conditioning, diffusing the light into a muted glow. Even that gentle illumination felt overwhelming. I couldn’t lift my head to see beyond the glass; I could only imagine how picturesque it might be—the garden outside with its roses, the trees beginning swaying, and the world moving on without me while I remained frozen in this sterile cocoon.

The black van rolled to a slow stop in front of what looked like a condemned textiles factory. Three stories of soot-stained brick and steel shutters, tagged with graffiti so old it had layers. The only sign of life was a glowing red sensor embedded in the rusted service door. Penelope glanced at the GPS rigged to her tablet. “That’s it. Signal’s coming from thirty-five feet below ground. Off-grid power. No connection to federal surveillance channels.” Dorian adjusted the holster beneath his coat. “They wanted this invisible.”

The penthouse was too quiet. Julian Vane stood at the floor to ceiling windows on the seventy fourth floor, watching Veridian City dissolve into rain. The glass was so clean it felt like a lie like he could step through it and fall into the neon stained streets below without ever knowing the difference between inside and outside, life and ending. His left hand trembled.

I tightened my grip on the blade hidden in my palm. “Caelum,” I murmured without turning my head. “Status.” Static crackled, then his voice slid through, low and fast. “I’m ghosting the cameras now. They’ll see a loop thirty seconds max. After that, they’ll know.” “Thirty seconds is enough,” I said. The mastermind smiled faintly. “Talking to your invisible friends again?” I met their gaze. “Talking to your blind spots.” Their eyes flicked briefly to the blinking cameras. Just a flicker. Just enough.

Ivy continued, "Today is our third anniversary. This is also the first time you prepared something for me. I'm really looking forward to it." Jason's throat felt a little dry. A moment later, he said, "I'll be right back. Wait for me." Then, he shut the door. Ivy immediately took off her blindfold. Soon, she could smell gasoline in the air. She smirked and walked over to the corner of the wall. Then, she dragged a fake body that she had prepared beforehand. After she overheard the phone call, she got a fake body custom-made according to her looks and height.