Arthur From Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

He had refused, in fact, almost everything. Arthur Wolfe waited beneath the covered entrance, immaculate in charcoal wool, hands clasped behind his back like a man receiving diplomats instead of fugitives. When the SUV doors opened, Arthur’s eyes moved first to Hayes, then Lydia, then Noah. Finally to Adrian. “You look tired,” Arthur said. Adrian stepped out into the rain. “Good evening to you too.” Arthur ignored him and addressed Noah. “You must be the only man alive stubborn enough to arrive half-dead and still look offended.”

Ethan whispered, his voice broken. “I’m not done,” Liam snapped, his eyes never leaving Arthur’s. “You call him a disappointment? He’s the most brilliant architect I’ve ever met. He sees things in his head that you couldn't even dream of. He’s not your crutch, and he’s sure as hell not your shadow. He’s his own person, and if you can’t see that, then you’re the one who’s blind.” Arthur stood up, his face a mottled, ugly purple. “You dare speak to me like this in my home? You are nothing! You are a gutter-rat who managed to find a suit!”

“So, if it was another guy giving you a handjob, that would be preferable to a girl?” “This is hardly the place to be talking about handjobs, is it?” I said with as much dignified outrage as I could muster (admittedly, not very much). “We’ll have to discuss your bizarre obsessions some other time. This is Arthur. The real Arthur.” I turned to Arthur. His features were frozen, and his face looked like it had been varnished. “Hello,” said Arthur in a muffled voice. His lips sort of moved, but not enough to really enunciate his words. It was like hearing someone on a shitty walkie-talkie.

Once everyone had left, and the door was closed firmly behind them, Village Head Fan sighed exhaustedly and sat down. “How is the boy,” he asked vaguely? “Young Arthur is fine, Head Fan. He struggled at first after experiencing his first kill. But he’s pretty calm now.” It was Blistering Cheetah who replied. The words he spoke revealed that Village Head Fan knew that Arthur was sneaking off to experience real life battles against beasts, but didn’t stop him anyway. “I see. Has he familiarized himself with the movement of beasts?” Village Head Fan asked again.

Travis loudly cleared his throat as soon as he stopped just a second away, behind Arthur who jumped off the bench with a piercing squeal. "Are you for…real!?" Arthur exclaimed, his eyes terrifyingly bulging out. Travis laughed so hard at the taste of the sweet revenge. "Ah…now you know what it feels like!" He blurted, still laughing. Arthur shook his head and shifted his eyes to his phone, only to find that he had mistakenly disconnected the call. He hissed and watched Travis who shamelessly sat down where he had been sitting.

She said confidently. “You know, I believed you. I did believe that you loved my son, I gave you a chance to prove it to me. I guess I fell for one of your deceitful traps again.” What a joke. “I fell in love with him. Not the target, not the hybrid. Arthur. The boy who carries too much and still tries to stand between everyone he loves and the dark. I love him enough that I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep lying to him.” She claims.

That last thought that kept her motivated and gave her an illusion of being a good person, of protecting and carving a better future. She slowly raised her head and sharply opened her eyes directing a cold glare straight at her brother’s face. Hycke, that stupid guy she never like, was standing next to Arthur with a satisfied smile on his pretty face. The kid was good looking, but the word handsome never applied to him. Pretty was more accurate. Blond straight hair, fair skin, plump lips, large blue eyes and muscular but slim body. He looked like an angel but had slyness and sadism of a demonic creature. His eyes always shone with pleasure whenever he could inflict pain to someone during tra

I looked at Toby, whose face had gone deathly pale. “Another brother?” I whispered, the word tasting like copper. “Another ghost?” “Not a ghost,” Arthur said. “He’s thirty-two. He’s a high-frequency trader in London. And he’s on his way here. He says he has the DNA results. He says he has the letters.”

Arthur commanded, voice full of venom. We obeyed, turning towards him, like robots in control. When we faced him, he had a smirk on his face, laughing, which was disturbing. I slowly turned to Charles with a ‘Are you sure this guy is your brother?’ kind of stare. What type of son had Mr and Mrs sterling raised? A monster and psychopath willing to kill his own brother. Then Arthur raised the gun to the air, directly facing the ceiling. Before I could process what he was doing, he had pulled the trigger. The loud bang caused me to scream and cover my ears, jumping into Charles' body and he held me tight, shielding me away.

"You're blinding me." Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. She stepped past Noah, her eyes wide as she looked into the dusty opening. "Arthur?" The man climbed awkwardly out of the narrow space, stepping over the iron grate of the fireplace and onto the hearth rug. He took off his muddy leather gloves, dropping them onto the floor with a dull thud. It was indeed Arthur. But he didn't look like the sharp, dangerous man who had been watching the porch from the pine trees fifteen minutes ago. His dark coat was torn at the shoulder, his face was pale, and his hands were trembling with fatigue.