Arthur From Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

Arthur smirked at her horrified expression. Sia tried to back up, but her back hit the living room couch. “B-but . . . w-w-why?” She was trembling uncontrollably by now. She didn’t want to know, but she was dying to know as well. “You were twelve when I first saw you. In a charity event with your parents. And I’d wanted you ever since. Even that day, I wanted to fuck you up against the stage in front of everyone, but I had to wait for an opportunity. And when that didn’t come, I made one for myself. You know . . . it’s a fantasy of mine to fuck you in front of an audience,” Arthur said, laughing like a madman. Sia tried her hardest to push down the bile that had risen to her throat. “And I w

She’d find out it was me eventually, but at least I could get a few more minutes of peace. As I walked further in, I noticed that Arthur was also there. I’d never met him officially, but I’d seen pictures of him with his father. His father was Alpha Brandon, my father’s biggest running mate. He was another person I was surprised to find I was nervous about. If he learned that I didn’t have my wolf… it’d be nothing short of a disaster, but the good thing was Arthur seemed to never really care about what his father was doing. From what I knew, he spent most of his time having fun, but in the most dangerous way. If I remember correctly, there was a rumor that not long ago he killed a man just b

A tall handsome figure stood in the place of the boy when the light disappeared. The man had white hair and white beards. His iris were red and they were glowing. A staff appeared on his right hand. Rick could tell that he was very powerful. “ Now let's get down to business.” said the man named Arthur as he sat down and faced Rick. Then he continued “ I heard you need my help” he said to Rick. Rick looked at him still unable to say anything. He laughed. “ I know. I know. I don't look like an elder. I get that a lot. Oh where are my manners?. My name is Arthur and I am an elder from the hearthstone coven” said Arthur as he introduced himself to Rick.

"There’s someone above him. Someone pulling strings.” A shadow moved in the alley across the street. Damien saw it too was at my side in an instant, his body angled protectively in front of mine. The figure stepped into the dim glow of a streetlamp. Tall. Lean. A familiar arrogant tilt to his head. Arthur. He lifted something, a chess piece. The king. Then placed it deliberately on the sidewalk. And walked away. Leaving us with the chilling certainty: This wasn’t over. It had only just begun.

A trimmed beard lined his sharp jaw and the sweat on his chiseled tattooed arms caught the burning sun. Victor Hale. He turned and his gaze instantly locked onto Arthur immediately. Not Lila. Arthur. He stared coldly at the young man, like he was trying to figure out why a dark haired, blue eyed man was sitting beside his daughter. Arthur’s pulse spiked as he forced himself not to look away. He sat there, listening to the slow steady steps of the man as he descended down the tread. He could still feel his gaze on him and there was something about the tension that… excited him.

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”