Ben Younger Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

I strived to have the same attitude but it was just so hard, considering the hand I was dealt with. “Yeah, but his son, Remy, is Alpha now. I can tell you he ain’t any better.” Julien scoffed as he finished his last piece of bacon. He would know, he’s a member of my pack, Bleeding Twilight. However, Remy was my best friend as a child, and I knew he would never hurt me. “Remy was my friend,” I say as I look up at Julien after taking a bite of my scrambled eggs. “I doubt he’ll let anything bad happen to me.”

With a shake of his head, Benedict countered, "How could I possibly do something like that?" Penny seethed at him, "You little creep! Like mother, like son! We found your camera, young man. That's irrefutable evidence of your crime! Are you still going to deny it?" The police officers took on a terse tone with Benedict as well. "We'll consider letting you off on a lighter punishment if you confess, young man." Benedict froze, confusion blooming across his face. A beat later, he took off his shades, revealing a pair of milky-gray eyes that didn't register anything. "But I was born blind, everyone."

Just as Nana was about to suggest calling off the charade, a new face appeared at the edge of the dais. Ayra, a young woman from a minor pack with hair the color of burnished copper, stood there, her head bowed in demure respect. Unlike the other girls, her dress was simple yet elegant, devoid of ostentatious jewelry. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were downcast, a stark contrast to her usual fiery spirit. Nana recognized her instantly. Ayra was known for her gentle nature and unwavering loyalty – qualities that were sorely lacking in the other candidates.

The man that kidnapped her? Fuck no. *** "Boss, we have found something." He turned around. "Surprise me." "We've found Lorenzo's weakness. Bonnie Evans, 21. And the interesting part, she's blind." He chuckled. "Blind? Enzo is boning a blind girl? I'm impressed. Good job. We'll use her, hurt Enzo so bad he'll give in and give us back our land." He smirked. "I hope you're ready, old friend. War is coming."

Why would a blind man choose something so visual? Unless he remembers. Unless he refuses to let the dark win. I don’t know how long I stand there. Then— “What are you doing here?” The voice slices through the silence. Low. Calm. Controlled. I spin around. Desmond Blackwood stands near the door. My heart nearly stops. I don’t hear it open. I don’t hear him move. He stands tall in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. His white cane, detailed with subtle gold swirls, rests in his left hand. Dark lenses shield his eyes, his expression unreadable.

It was Adrian Trevellyan , the man whose semen had been injected into me two days ago. Although I had never seen him in person, only in photographs during my mother’s research into his life, I would never forget those features. His face was so striking, possessing an unparalleled beauty, masculine, almost aggressive, which was even more evident up close. He was around thirty-something, with slightly tanned skin, a strong chin hidden by a short dark beard, a pointed nose, and a well-shaped mouth. However, what really caught the eye were his eyes. A dark pearly blue, shaded by thick, arched eyebrows, they reflected a coldness that was almost frightening. They looked like the eyes of a demon, a

"I'm the last one to have a slice of cake. It seems my position in your heart is in jeopardy." Blair teased her, "If you don't want it, I'll take it." Tracey quickly moved to Mable's side, saying, "Mable, Blair is bullying me!" Laughter and teasing continued until late at night when everyone returned to their respective rooms. … After taking a shower, Mable saw Blair sitting on the couch, looking at the birthday gift Spike had given him. It was the same photo album Mable had seen before. Inside, along with their photos, were videos they had recorded. By scanning a QR code with a smartphone, one could watch them.