Vanishing Blinds Novels & Stories

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.

It flashes across his perfect face like a blinding crack of lightning against a black sky. The shadows behind him whip violently, swirling and lashing out, and the air pressure drops so suddenly my ears pop painfully, and the glass in the window vibrates. “Interesting,” he whispers, his voice barely audible over the roaring in my ears. His smile returns, but it’s tight. Forced. Absolutely dangerous. “Very interesting, indeed.” And just like that, with a sound like tearing silk, he vanishes. The shadows in the room instantly collapse in on themselves, rushing back into the desk corner, leaving me completely alone in the cold, oppressive dark.

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.

My attention's on the frame. I find them six feet apart. The Marlowe girl wrapped in an oversized hoodie, arms crossed tight over her chest. Vane in his brown jacket, hands jammed in pockets, face giving me nothing. "Everything all right here?" "Plexiglass panel blew." Vane's voice is easy. Too easy. "Temperature stress." I swing the beam to the frame. To the scratches. My light sits on that arced arrow one second longer than it needs to. I've seen a shape like that before. Can't place where.

Voices could be heard naming their prices. Each price was higher than the one before. Soon, it reached tens of thousands of dollars. The blind masseuses had sharper hearing than ordinary people. The women in front of me couldn't help but breathe heavily out of excitement as they listened to the prices.

Blind. These suffocating emotions threatened to consume him, casting a forlorn painting over the vibrant tapestry of colors and shapes he had briefly learned to behold. In the face of heart-wrenching loss and an unyielding shroud of blindness, the foundation of hope he had painstakingly built deserted him, shattering like fragile glass.

"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.

He firmly held her wrist and stopped her from going out of the room. Meanwhile, her parents stood there without interfering, as it was their wish for Seth to marry their daughter. Hazel fought hard to take her hand off Seth's grip, but she couldn't. Seeing that her parents never care weakened her body. Immediately the guards who threw Williams out of the house arrived at the lounge, Hazel's body weakened the most. It was clear to her that they had successfully gotten rid of Williams from the mansion. Upon realizing this, more tears flowed down Hazel's eyes as her hand slowly slipped off Seth's grip after he finally loosened his grip on her wrist.