Vanishing Blinds Novels & Stories

Making my vision blurry. I wanted to remain positive, that’s what Ceen would do if it were me laying in that hospital bed. Problem is, I’m not like Francine. All I could think about was how devastated Vasha was going to be when she found out. God, please don’t let her get any worse. I can’t lose two friends.

A door that required nothing borrowed, nothing stolen, nothing that left traces in blind zones or legacy layers. Gone. We move to contingency. Tonight. Sent. Phone face-down. Lamp off.

Definitely not in here that it's emanating from. Reaching over to the nightstand, I turn it off. Pulling the blankets off me, I silently pad across the carpet on the floor to the windows. Light from the white streetlamp filters in through the blinds. I step to the side of the window and make it so that I won't be visible from the outside. I don't see anything. Yet. I scan the street quickly, but efficiently. Nothing. No. There. That black van. It's out of place.

"Can I take off this blindfold, please?" "Yes, you can," Shadrach nodded, taking the blindfold off. Wynter adjusted her eyes to the brightness. Slowly, she removed the blindfold, and her eyes widened in awe. She was right; they were in a garden, but not the one everyone could expect. The indoor garden was a magical oasis. Strings of fairy lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery. Each plant seemed to shimmer under the light, their leaves glistening like jewels.

My chest was heaving under my shirt, my temper red-hot. The moment she stepped inside my office and closed the door behind her, I reached for the desk remote. With a sharp click, the automatic blinds rolled down, sealing the glass walls and cutting us off from the rest of the world. The bright office light faded, leaving the room in a heavy, dim shadow. Flora stopped, looking at the closed blinds, then turned her golden-brown eyes to me. She didn't look scared. If anything, she looked amused. "Is there a problem with my morning report, Mr. Vance?" she asked, her voice professional, but her eyes dancing with mischief.

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

Don't stop now. ​My breath catches, sharp and hot, tearing the lining of my throat. ​The first installment. Fifty thousand dollars wired out of the company's account three days ago money meant to keep a very specific, very devastating secret buried six feet deep. Vivian is gone, her sudden disappearance still hanging over the penthouse like a suffocating smog, and already the vultures are circling for the corpse. Only, whoever sent this didn't just want Vivian out of the picture. They wanted the vacuum left behind.

"The toll cameras caught us on the bridge." "Let them follow," Liam says, his eyes fixed on the winding, dark road ahead. "The access road to the estate hasn't been cleared in years. The overgrowth will shred their tires before they even make it through the gates." "And if they use a chopper?" "The canopy is too thick," he replies, shifting gears as the van grinds up the steep, muddy incline of the mountain road. "We’ll be invisible the second we hit the perimeter." Ten minutes later, the van rattles to a halt against a thick wall of rusted iron gates draped in dead ivy. The property looms out of the mist like a gothic cathedral of wealth and cruelty, its towering brick facade dark and silen

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

"Do you still not have enough for the surgery?" I paused mid-step as I changed my shoes. "Almost." "There's no need for it anymore," Evelyn suddenly said. "I can stay blind for the rest of my life, Matt. But I don't want to see you suffer like this." I froze for a moment, then replied evenly, "Alright." With only two days left until the bet was over, Evelyn was probably getting ready to dump me. She clearly didn't expect me to agree so easily. Caught off guard, she hesitated. "W-what?"