Grace Death Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

"Damn it, get the hell out of here, you pigs! Get the hell away from me, don't cling to me!" Grace pounded desperately on the microphone in front of her, her expression twisted with fury. After a moment, she suddenly spotted Kelly not far away, and a cold, resentful glint flashed in her eyes. "It's all because of you... You, the lapdog!" She screamed as if possessed, her hand smashing a glass beside her, grabbing a shard, and charging towards Kelly. "I'm going to kill you!" Grace staggered forward, her face contorted in the extreme. But just as she took a couple of steps, she accidentally stepped on the wreckage of her computer that she had previously smashed, lost her balance, and crashed h

I don’t think it’s disgusting. I didn’t answer and just bid my goodbye to him. I could feel his eyes on me as I exited his car and entered Alicia’s apartment building. She’s alone today because today is the death anniversary of Grace’s grandmother. Although I still feel dizzy because I had a fever last night, I couldn’t ignore the miserable sound of Alicia’s voice when she called me earlier. I rang the doorbell to Alicia’s apartment and she immediately opened the door. Shock flashed on her eyes after seeing me. “Blakely!”

Cecilia mused to herself, "You think you've won, Zach. But in the past life, even after marrying that worthless Madelyn, you still discarded her. People change, and in the end, you'll see I'm the only one meant for you. The feeling of the two most outstanding, most powerful men falling at the mercy of my charms is something you wouldn't understand even if you lived two lifetimes, Madelyn. You're destined to be overshadowed by me." The car sped away into the night, leaving behind a man in the shadows. He held a sharp stone, his eyes gleaming with malice as he approached Grace, still struggling for life. With a twisted smile, he brought the stone down mercilessly. Meanwhile, Blake's heart poun

" My heart hammered in my chest as Grace turned and sauntered towards the exit, her laughter echoing in my head. I looked down at the blood pooled around Emilio and me, a chilling reminder of the violence that had unfolded. Anger surged within me, propelling me forward with a fierce determination. Without a second thought, I bolted up and sprinted towards Grace, my movements fueled by adrenaline. With a forceful shove, I sent her tumbling down the stairs, her body crashing against the hard floor. Her head split open, and she lay there, motionless. I stood there, frozen in shock, staring at what I had done. Grace's lifeless body lay at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes open but unseeing. I f

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

“Pfft. That's not a question. It's obvious that Miss Gray is the problem. I heard that she is the cause of Melissa’s medical condition. You know, she won't be able to walk properly again. I wonder what man is going to marry her that way if not Mr Hank.” “Right?” The second girl shook her head in pity. “I feel so much pity for her. I’m sure Melissa would make her pay now that she’s back. Although she hasn't done me any bad, I want to hit her in the face. If she comes before me now, I'll smear her makeup with my palm. How dare she do that to someone?” “Oh wow.” The two girls froze at the cold chuckle that erupted from Eve’s throat from behind them. They dropped their make-up and slowly turned

I floated above them, silently watching the chaos unfold in the hospital. It was strange. Death had stripped away all my emotions. I felt nothing—just stillness. Clara clutched her swollen cheek in shock after the slap. When she realized I was really gone, disbelief flickered across her face. But soon, she started sobbing and defending herself, "Fine! I admit I didn't really know how Adeline had been living these past few years. "But I wanted to believe she was happy. That's why I said she was eating well and having a good time. What was I supposed to do? Curse her and say she was dying?

The woman who had accused me of peeping on her, Rebecca Zangler, briefly stopped her crying before shrieking at the top of her lungs, "He's lying! He's just trying to weasel his way out of this! How could he possibly be blind? He's at the window every night, peeping on me! Those eyes… Those eyes…" She seemed to be trying to think of a way to describe my eyes, but the sight of them unnerved her so much that she couldn't find the words. All she could do was point a finger at me while her whole body shook. "Disgusting! He's just too disgusting!" Her shout caused the spectating neighbors to stir once more, and they began clamoring. "That's right! He must be pretending to be blind!" "Criminals no

Nicholas' expression darkened, while Charles visibly stiffened. A fleeting, unreadable expression crossed Heidi's eyes just as she took a slow sip of her tea. "Jan?" Grace noticed Janice's downturned mood, immediately getting up to walk to her side. Janice heaved a deep breath and said, "Wade and I are over. He's given his heart to someone else. I can't possibly pretend to be oblivious and just put up with it. Mr. Garner, we should just call off the wedding."

I am halfway down the corridor when the lights go out. The sconce at the far end dies first, a sharp pop and a shower of sparks that rain down onto the flagstones like a tiny, brief snowfall. The one behind me follows half a second later. The darkness that drops is not the gradual dark of evening but the absolute black of a house whose wiring has just surrendered to the storm. I stop walking. My hand finds the wall to my right, the stone rough and cool under my palm, and I wait for my eyes to adjust.