Hayden Stagg Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

I begin grabbing my stuff and rise from my seat when the lights turn on, the music still playing as the ending credits continue. I suck in a sharp breath, my heart plummeting, as my eyes immediately land on the younger man. He stands, towering over his skinny date, and waits for her to rise to her feet so they could leave the theater. His face is fully visible now that the lights shine brightly on his beautifully bronzed skin. Crayvin Smith.

He held a silver-tipped cane in his right hand, standing with a rigid, imposing posture that radiated pure power and absolute coldness. The quiet whispers of the high-society crowd buzzed in Avery's ears as she walked. "Poor girl, marrying a cripple..." "He used to be a genius, now he’s just a blind monster..." "I heard he’s ruthless. The accident made him completely mad..." Avery blocked them out, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Step by step, she forced her legs to move toward the altar. When she finally reached him, her hand was trembling violently.

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In a second, one wrong move and everything could fall apart. “I’m not going anywhere,” she says, her voice steady but with an edge of insistence. “You can’t just drop a bomb like that and expect me to let it slide, Bennett. You know that.” I look back at the car arriving and my only thought inside my head is that this will be the last time I see him and my friend is going to hate me. "Tamara... I'm pretending to be blind for this job and I know how bad that sounds but there is a good explanation for everything yet I really can't do it now. Just please go along with me... dont expose me. Not now."

"As long as your eyes are still okay, it's not a big deal, right? The doctor said it wouldn't have much of an impact. I just can't bear to see you become blind. Celine had constantly told me how painful a blind person's world was, and I was really starting to lose patience with it." Realizing he might have been too harsh earlier, Cedric softened, trying to soothe me. "I thought you were purposely trying to make me blind," I replied sarcastically, ignoring Cedric's attempts to appease me. I walked with Cedric toward the hill behind the house where we often went for walks. As my vision faded from blurry shapes to complete darkness, I realized the sky had already turned dark. I had no choice bu

Every time I closed my eyes, those images were there, haunting me. The terror in the womans eyes, yet the firm resolve that shone in her stance. The love she showed to the wee child. The imagine of the strange woman driving a knife into my soul. Asif I should know her or that we've met. "You look awful, " Hayden comments, turning towards me making a frightened face. "When was the last time you fed dear brother?" Hayden's eyes scanned my body before meeting my expression. "You look sort of desiccated "

“Hard to do with half your staff on board, wouldn’t you say?” Z sipped his coffee and then set the mug beside Troy’s. “There is a blind passenger on board. Do you know anyone familiar with assisting the visually impaired?” Troy shook his head, studying Z with speculation. “Not off-hand. I can ask Stan. He has more knowledge on the staff than I do.” Stan, the Human Resources manager had a memory that could put a genius to shame. The man was a virtual vault of information, which made him the perfect choice to manage over five- hundred crew members.

Didn’t deal with it. Walked into Cole Tower on Monday morning completely unprepared. Not for the lobby. Not for Mrs. Hale’s three rules. Not for the fifty-second floor or the penthouse or the double doors at the end of the hall. Not for the voice behind them. Send him in. Low. Quiet. The kind of voice that had never needed volume to be obeyed. I walked through the doors. He was behind the desk. Dark hair. A jaw that looked exactly as unforgiving as his photographs suggested. And his eyes, pale grey, almost silver, looking just past my shoulder. Not at me. Through me. Past me.