Novel & Cerita Hayden Stagg Peaky Blinders

AYRA'S POV I stumble up the stairs, the world swaying with each step, and the laughter from the already ended party below echoing in my ears. My limbs feel heavy, and my vision blurs at the edges, making it hard to focus on anything except the pulsing rhythm of my own heartbeat. The steps seem to multiply beneath my unsteady feet, and I grasp the railing for support, feeling its cool metal beneath my clammy palms. Every movement feels exaggerated, as if I'm wading through molasses, and I can't help but giggle at the absurdity of it all.

“Did you hear that? Please tell me you all heard that.” “This... this blind bitch is the one who made us? Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now? Midnight Bloom is one of the biggest publishing companies out there. We worked hard to build this place. We did that. “Not some random blind woman who can’t even walk across a hallway without ending up flat on the floor.” She turns back to me, her eyes dripping with fake sympathy. “Sweetheart, if you’re that desperate for attention, just say it. You didn’t have to make up some pathetic fantasy story just to feel important for five minutes.”

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.

The massive explosion swallowed the entire car in an instant as thick smoke billowed straight into the sky. Screams of panic erupted from the crowd. I stood in the stands, watching as the blazing fire devoured everything. The flickering flames reflected in my eyes. I thought to myself, "You've won the bet, Evelyn. Now, you don't need to pretend to be blind anymore." … Third-Person POV When Evelyn woke up, she was in a hospital ward. She forced her eyes open, only to be met with a stark white ceiling.

“Do you ever feel like someone’s watching you?” Annie immediately looked alarmed. “That sounds serial-killer-ish.” “Forget it,” Lewis said tiredly. “No seriously, are you okay?” He almost answered honestly, but how exactly was he supposed to explain Derek Stygian to normal people? Yes, there’s a dangerous wealthy man with emotional instability, illegal businesses, and beautiful eyes secretly following me around while also ruining and improving my life simultaneously. No. Absolutely not. “I’m fine.” Annie clearly did not believe him, but before she could question further, another ambulance arrived carrying two more children.

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

They knew how important it was for our pack to have its Luna. I objected but at the end, I had to come because my parents had insisted on it. So here I was allowing my Beta, Liam toguide me into the hall, which by the sound of people, was filled with unmated and mated wolves. I could feel their gaze on me when we stepped inside and I could guess at their thoughts. The Blind Alpha was here was what they were probably thinking. I smirked as Gregory aided me in getting on what felt like a stage. All eyes were on me now — everyone's heated gaze was on one of the most powerful Alphas, and I knew they thought I was impressive.

"Young lady, I swear it was like a movie. One minute a nice fellow, Ethan, I believe, was his name, was showing us the new blueprints and asking us to show him the busted pipes so he could fix them. The next there was an explosion to two of our mills, throwing us off our feet." "They used our moment of shock to attack us, it was five of them. Beating us with iron pipes and bats." I nodded, then removed the thumb drive for the computer. I turned it over in my hand. “This isn't our thumb drive." "How do you know that?" Wendy asked, looking at the small device in my palm.

Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.” “Okay,” she whispered, biting her lip at the pinch of the collar pressing against her skin. “Carson Meyer is the person you are sold to. He has dark brown eyes, no specs, and straight jet-black hair. It’s short, though. And you already recognize their voices, if I’m not wrong, right?” Theo turned around, holding the blindfolds. “Yes, Theo,” she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal.

"The atmosphere is getting tense, a battle might be hard to avoid, Alpha Stuward." "You know it all started with the blind wolf recommended by Azim." "It's already happened and it's according to Moon Gooddes' instructions. It's hard to avoid, after all, the incident has been stored for many years. Haven't you forgotten?" Harlan Stuward - the husband of Sicilian Sniders felt the pain when the woman was dumped by Pitter - beta Harlan Stuward. "Have you also forgotten that I was in pain for years afterwards? Until I finally found Rhena."