Arthur From Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

But now he was here, standing like a statue, not minding any childish behaviour of them. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Adler, Franklyn's expressions had dropped considerably at the mention of Arthur's name. Braylon's eyes turned concerned. He doubted since Adler never liked to bring the bodyguard with him, out of his territory. Finally, Adler let out a heavy sigh, which seemed dramatic to others. "Arthur is my bodyguard," he confessed, his voice crystal clear. "His life is bound to mine for eternity, apparently." Gasps of surprise rippled through the room; Revilla found it extremely uncomfortable since they had never seen one like this.

The cameras went wild, capturing the moment for all time. In the blur of it all, I caught a glimpse of Arthur, hand on his heart, eyes rolling back. He hit the floor with a thud. Perfect. This time, there was no need for a rescue – he was beyond that now.

But to my surprise, Ezra doesn’t pull away just yet. Instead, he reaches forward and taps a button on the dashboard. A screen descends from the ceiling of the car, flickering to life with a live news broadcast. The presidential seal is visible on a podium, and a crowd of reporters waits expectantly, cameras flashing. Suddenly, Arthur walks into frame. The room falls silent as he adjusts the microphone and looks directly into the camera. And then, without preamble, Arthur leans into the microphone and says, “My mate is a human. We have a son together, and I’m tired of keeping them hidden away in the dark.”

-00- Blakely could hardly believe what she saw the first time she stepped into Arthur's treatment room. On top of the gurney lay Arthur's frail body, which was very thin. He was breathing assisted by a tube. His cheeks are very thin. The dark circles under his eyes made him look even more pathetic. And hands that were just skin wrapped around bones made Blakely's heart break even more. She had never seen Arthur so skinny. In just a short time all the fitness and cheerfulness that the boy had had been drained away until now he looked like a zombie. “Blakely… Oh, thank goodness you came.”

He didn't shift. "Phineas?" Arthur’s voice was a dry rattle. He scrambled off the blankets, his knees hitting the stone floor with a sickening crack. He crawled forward, his fingernails clawing at the hem of Phineas’s trousers. "Phineas... oh god. My mate. You came back for me." "Don't touch me, Arthur. You’re getting filth on the wool." Phineas didn't move. He stood like a statue, watching the man who used to rule his life grovel in the dirt.

"Why will I do anything you just said?" Detective Joha chuckled and tapped on the case."Because you won't wanna see me touch this. I promise you it doesn't look so nice." "Do you want me to show you?" He asked as he approached the elders with his finger just an inch away from the button. The elders drew backwards in fear and pleaded with Arthur to do as they commanded. Arthur gave the order that the prisoners be released and agreed that he will hand over to them a good number of his well trained men to help them fight the Vampires.

Bryce spat out, "If anything happens to Priscilla and Holly, I'll fucking cut you off!" "It wasn't me!" Bryce hung up. Arthur stared at his phone, his face instantly turning old and tired. He held his forehead and mumbled, "It really wasn't me. Why don't you believe me?"

“Especially if they can’t reach you. We need to get her dressed and get out of here.” “The people see what I allow them to see, Richard,” Arthur replied. He didn’t even glance back. His focus was entirely on me, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my stomach flip. It was terrifying, but I hated the way my pulse jumped in response. I hated that even now, I wanted him to keep looking. “What is this place?” I whispered. My voice sounded small. “This is the truth,” Arthur said. He led me to a safe fixed to the corner of the wall. He spun the dial, the clicks echoing in the quiet room, and pulled out a thick leather binder. He dropped it onto a small desk and flipped it open.

the young man pressed the back of Mikhail's hand which held the dagger hard, slipping it out of his hand and tossing it away. "You... who are you?!" "Well, its the second time you're asking, so I suppose I'll humor you." the young man chuckled, lifting his weight off of Mikhail as he sat back onto the stool. "I'm Arthur." "..." "You're Mikhail, yes?" "H-how did you..." "I told you I know you." Arthur gave a hearty laugh before standing up. "Anyways, I was surprised that you found me before William did." Arthur shrugged, standing up and glancing out of the camp's window before shifting his gaze back to Mikhail.

He pointed at the romance book Sky was reading before dragging her into my room. "A friend," Arthur stood up angrily. "Isn't she your secretary?" he snapped. I don't have to explain myself to you, Arthur. It's my life.—I snapped, then his gaze shifted behind me. I turned around, finding Sky standing there, I'd told her to stay in the fucking room. "Hey, I'm going for a run." She looked at Arthur's hand and saw her underwear. Sky had changed into workout clothes. Arthur shook his head. "I'm Arthur" he introduced himself, "Arthur Jenkin, Xander's brother," he said, and her eyes widened.