Belinda Blinked Novels & Stories

She must have been crying all night. My heart ached as I heard those sounds. I lifted my hand and knocked gently. A moment later, the door opened. Belinda stood in the doorway. She looked at me, then at the tray in my hands, then at me again. “Princess,” she said, curtsying. Her movements were graceful, clearly well-practiced.

she falls to her knees and pats Belinda’s face, “I’m so sorry, Belinda are you alright.” I pull Brooklyn off her knees and kneel down next to Belinda and slap her face harder than Brooklyn was and she whimpers, “what, what happened?” Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up at me, I lean over her and hold up 2 fingers, “how many do you see?” She blinks and states, “2”. I nod and then lean down closer to her, “she knocked you out with one punch just for looking at him, try anything else, I’d hate to think what she would do to you,” I take her hand and stand pulling her up with me, “got it.”

Belinda got into Wayne's car. With a bright smile and slightly parted red lips, she said, "Wayne, you looked into it, didn't you?" This time, she didn't call him President Gray. She deliberately used his first name. Wayne, with his tall and lean figure, leaned back casually, slowly lifting his eyelids. He stared at her. Belinda maintained her graceful smile, but her hands were tightly clasped together, palms sweating profusely. Wayne's calm demeanor made it impossible for her to gauge his thoughts and emotions.

"I agree that this has gone on long enough. So let me end it." Concentrating her mana on her fingertips, Belinda prepared to launch a full-on attack on her mother. However, before she could get the blast out, a wave of dizziness hit her. It wasn't that she felt weak or particularly ill, it was just that she was finding it impossible to keep her eyes open. She wobbled for a second, desperately trying to hold on to her consciousness and failing woefully.

Belinda knew shouting for help was going to put her in trouble, so she just kept shut and cried. “I knew my inner self would end up killing me one day. Well, you’ve succeeded.” She said to herself. ‘My wolf, where are you?! Why have you been silent? Why can’t you help me fight back?! Why are you dead?’ She cried inside of her and tears ran down her eyes. *** Belinda began to shiver as soon as it was past midnight. Her breath was foggy and she felt her hands and legs freezing. Her nipples also hardened, reacting to the intense cold.

She had been reclining on the sofa, lost in the music, but now her gaze turned icy, her sharp, snake-like eyes narrowing as she stared through the window, her attention drawn to the vast, inky blackness of the forest beyond. The knock came again, more urgent this time. Without a flicker of emotion, Belinda stood, her movements measured and precise. She walked to the window, her steps almost soundless, her expression one of cool disdain. She didn't flinch. She didn't panic. "Enter," she called coldly, her voice smooth, as though nothing could disturb her composure. The butler entered in a flurry, his face pale and tense. In his haste, he knocked over a vase, sending it shattering across the f

I nodded and handed over Zlata's golden hairpin. Belinda took it in silence, studying it carefully, then closed her fist around it and began to chant. The lights flickered. Her face grew paler with every word of some ancient tongue I couldn't understand. A faint breeze stirred the curtains and the tablecloth; the furniture rattled, and a chill crawled under my skin. Only the cat stayed curled in a ball, snoozing, utterly unbothered. The lights died completely, then snapped back on. At the same moment, the wind stopped, and Belinda opened her eyes.

“It’s… live.” Belinda inclined her head, as if that confirmed something she had already guessed. Her lips curved faintly, not in amusement, but in a self-contained smile that was more a show than expression. She took one step back from the desk, giving him space — or perhaps taking her own. “Well,” she murmured, “she seems to be doing better than most.”

Dawn stepped forward and slapped her so hard that her neck would have broken if the blow was a tad harder. When Belinda turned his head to me again, she looked angry enough to murder us all. She spat the blood in her mouth at me but before it got to me, I stopped it in the air and made it splatter back on her face. Belinda looked so shocked that her eyes looked comical. “Now that we have aired all this unpleasantness, Belinda would you like to tell me why you are conniving with idiots like you to take the throne away from me and who exactly you are working with?” I asked and Belinda’s eyes widened the more.

When she woke up, there was no light. Only darkness. Endless, suffocating darkness. At first, she thought it was night. Then she realized her eyes were open. “I… can’t see,” she whispered. Her voice sounded small. Fragile. Not like her own. A hand immediately grabbed hers. “Isabella, I’m here,” Ethan’s voice broke as he spoke, trembling with emotion. “I’m right here. Don’t be afraid. You saved me… you saved me, do you hear me?”