Peaky Blinders Campbell Novels & Stories

I lowered my head in greeting, holding my breath as if that would make him less suspicious. I didn't lift my head to look at his face out of anxiety. Someone was behind me. I turned without meaning to. It was Campbell, and he was as tensed as me. Liam had vanished. Or so I thought. The warrior strained to look below the stairs as he asked absently, "Who was that? Is it Liam Rudd?" Campbell and I followed his gaze but saw no one. To my greatest relief, the male rushed past without demanding a reply to his question. It seemed Campbell also didn't want to ve caught in the company of the former Alpha.

he calls. “I come bearing gifts!” I say, holding out the gigantic assault rifle. Jackson’s eyebrows go up, liking that one. “Where’s Blythe?” “He died,” I say, heaving a big dramatic sigh and twisting my lips like I’m sorry about it. Jackson sighs again but orders his troops not to shoot and waves me forward. I grin, setting forward at a jog and heading directly into the camp. Unable to hide their curiosity, the soldiers in Jackson’s camp peer at me from their assigned locations. Jesse gasps, immediately striding forward, and I hear Tony give a whoop as he likewise rushes over.

Shira teased me often concerning our little secret, I had warned her to keep it for now since we weren't sure how he felt towards us in the meantime, wouldn't want to get hurt after all. I was all smiles in the kitchen, busy making his coffee, he had been in his office all morning and I wanted to surprise him by bringing him his drink myself. The door to the office was open, so I strolled in, my eyes found no one inside his office an empty chair with countless documents scattered on the table, maybe he was in the bathroom. After placing the mug down, my eyes scanned the papers until a name caught my attention. Graig Campbell. This was a name I would never forget, the person responsible for t

I nudged the principal on the shoulder. "Take care of this, will you. I've got a game to play." I left Jack's parents looking stumped. "Who the hell is he?" Mr Hopkins barked. "Ahem, that's Noah Campbell, son of Alfred Campbell." The principal explained. I headed straight for the locker room where the rest of the team where getting ready. "Come on guys, it's time to show those Barclay dudes what the reigning champions are made of." I cheered them. None of them shared my enthusiastic spirit.

Of course it also helps that Camp Unplugged’s president is a VIP member and one of the revenue streams, if not lifeblood, of Woodland Vista. The campers only know the camp president as Mrs. Teresita Blanca, a former faith healer and alternative medicine practitioner. No camper has met her because she never leaves her room in the Pink House, and is always brought meals by the camp’s maids up the street and then up the attic.

Sadie said and came to join me and we both went to brush our teeth. ~ BLAZE'S POV I smiled as I thought about all the nice things that could happen at the camp. But the only person I seemed to be interested in was Caramel. Now that Stephanie was out of the way, there was nothing to fear. Oh, there was Monica but I knew how to deal with her already. I looked around and found clothes to wear for the morning warmup, I was supposed to share a tent with someone but I requested for my private tent and of course, it was provided for me.

She dared not speak. The neighbors who'd thrown fits of rage earlier had the decency to look embarrassed and guilty. None of them came to Penny's defense. I put the medical records away. "Now, as you've all seen, my son is blind. There's no way he could have peeped at Monica in the shower, let alone take indecent photos of her." I cut a sharp look at Penny and bit out, "So that begs the question, who does the camera belong to? "Who took those photos and put them up on the internet? And who planted that camera in my son's room to frame him?"

Camelia said, standing in front of Cameron and I “The camps and I never get along,” I said as we continued our way "Really, why is this?" Cameron asked I stuttered a little as I recalled my disgusting memories of the camp, when I was ten years old, the room I slept in was burnt down by idiots, and when I was twelve I was standing on a cliff and I fell from a height of 15 meters and it was the curse that pushed me, and you don't even wonder how I am on Alive now because I can't tell you, my God I hate camps so much.... 14

Never seen the details. She scrolled down. There was more. Another article, dated two weeks later. **MERCER CEO EMERGES FROM HOSPITAL BLIND** *Leon Mercer, recovering from the fire that claimed his wife's life, has lost his sight due to injuries sustained in the blaze. Company spokesperson Samuel Chen confirmed that Mercer will continue leading MercerTech despite his disability...* And then, at the bottom, a third document. Not a news article, but a photograph. A crime scene photo, partially redacted, showing the burned remains of a house. And in the margin, a handwritten note:

Flashback “Are you coming to camp?” Liam asked while walking with Amber. “Yes…” She replied while smiling. “Sister Jenny allowed,” He asked, arching his brows. “I lied Liam” She stood on her toes and whispered in his ear making sure no one heard her. “What…” He asked, smiling at her. “This camp has social causes and I will get a grade as per my performance in camp” She replied. “Good… So, you are coming” He said smiling ear to ear.