Grace Death Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

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.

She slowly lowered her hand, a cold, vicious smile spreading across her lips as she took in his distressed expression. “I see you still have feelings for her after all these years,” Grace whispered. “But too bad for you, Richard. Absolutely nothing is going to change now. Because she is dead. Dead and buried.” “You are just a pathetic man,” she said as she slowly turned away from him and left the gym. Richard remained standing in the middle of the gym. In his head, she was right. He really was pathetic, and there was nothing he could do to stop his wife.

The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different. Grace sat at the long table while swirling the whiskey in her glass. The men around her spoke in hushed tones, but she caught every word. She had been raised in rooms like this. This was her world. But tonight, she knew something was different. "Have you heard?" a man to her left spoke in intrigue. "Adrian Blackwood is dead. Assassinated in Raeburn Asylum." A ripple of murmurs spread across the table. Some smirked, others leaned in wanting to join in the talk. Grace didn't react. She simply lifted her glass to her lips, taking a slow sip, pretending her heart hadn't just clenched at the mention of her cousin's name.

I stood up and gave her one last look. The face I once dreamed about suddenly looked so strange and ugly. "Shirley, "This is the last thing I'm doing for you. "After this, we're even. We don't owe each other anything anymore," I said and walked away. She froze, then started screaming like crazy, "Max! You selfish idiot! You can't go! "You're heartless! You're so ungrateful! I was blind to marry you!" I did not turn back. I stepped out of the detention center.

"You're not good for him. Just die already." Grace smirked and left. Just die already.

I was too late. I should’ve been faster. I should’ve seen the handprint faster. We took too long, it’s all on me. Grace is dead because of me. “She’s breathing,” Jagger announces, and I fall on my knees next to Grace as I stroke her face, covered in bruises and tears, roll down my face. “Get the stretcher here, we need to get her to the hospital,” Jagger announces and I stay still, bending and kissing my girl softly on the lips. Her eyes flutter open for a split second and a small smile appears on her lips before she is engulfed by darkness again.

“You girls are late. I might have to take some of the photos after the ceremony if we can’t get to them in time.” *Rob* Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Grace as she rounds the corner, her attendants in tow and a toothy-grinned Margie bringing up the rear. Even if she hadn’t looked so much like her grandmother that I’d swear right now Juliet’s ghost was with us, Grace is so unfathomably beautiful, so ethereal and graceful, I can’t catch my breath. Can’t take my eyes off her. Can’t stop the huge smile plastered over my face.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

Grace watched them rise, her eyes glassy but unbowed. And then—far across the ridge, from the darkest peak—another light appeared. A single lantern. Faint. Late. But there. Grace exhaled slowly. Aldric stepped beside her again. “Was that…?” She nodded. “It was.” “You think he’s watching?” “I don’t need to wonder.” They stood together in silence, staring at the swirl of lanterns above. Grace finally spoke. “I used to think love ended when people left.” “And now?”

Lisa was dumbfounded, she had never realized that one day Grace would stoop so low but for what? "What will you get by doing this Grace? Lisa asked feeling helpless. As Grace replied her firmly, "I will feel at peace when I will see you breaking and shattering in your own little world. Lisa I took you as a hope that would bring back my brother but you turned out to be a curse that made my brother dies a terrible death. His murder is on you Lisa, I won't let you live peacefully.” Grace started getting emotional as her voice choked and she left the office angrily.