Peaky Blinders Horse Trainer Novels & Stories

Standing there amidst the crowd of bustling bodies, Alessia felt a rope slowly wind around her throat and carefully draw itself taut. “Less!” Her head snapped to the left, eyes squinting at Damen who stood beside a fruit vendor. She approached them whilst silently praying for some kind of breakthrough before it was too late. If I hadn’t run away from her, we wouldn’t be here in the first place. The old man was loading his mule with crates of sheepskin wearing a powder blue turban. He paused to look at her for a long time with milky cataract eyes before replying, “I might have seen her.”

I am Viscount Tintagel, Luther Pendragon, at your service, little nymph and don’t be afraid of Midnight, my horse, he won’t hurt you. She cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow, she loved horses and had grown up around them, her ‘parents’ had bought her a pony for her second birthday and she had gone through Pony Club and then moved on to Eventing, competing at the highest levels. She had even worked with the Princess Royal and her Daughter for an Olympic Trial but had decided she did not want to dedicate so much of her time to the training. The Viscount's horse one was magnificent, he was jet black with a long mane and tail, a purebred Friesian if she wasn’t mistaken and he look

Silence filled the carriage and none of them were bothered about it. And that was because Diana was a peaceful person who love silence and preferred listening to the waves of the cool breeze while Damon was the opposite of her but he had to endure. The coachman was so slow to the extent Damon had to yell at him to be fast. Diana who was trying to fall asleep was startled by his sudden yelling. "A snail can even compete with the way you ride! Ride on faster!" Damon yelled. The coachman was scared to the core because of Damon's cold voice and his could aura.

I stilled on my spot until Averi is standing before me. I blinked my eyes. Open, close, rub the lid of it and open again just to be sure that I am not imagining things and that he's reallt standing in front of me. I gazes at my back. His black horse with a gleaming shiny hair is standing steps away from us, untied and yet it's not doing anything to runaway from us. His horse is trained properly, it's rare for horses to have such discipline. I think it's way more obedient than I'll ever be.

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo

When you and Darren were still. "That was another lifetime," Amira said smoothly, every word practiced. "This is my husband, Leon Mercer," she continued, her hand tightening slightly on his arm. "Leon, Camila Eve and Darren Cole." Leon inclined his head with perfect politeness. "Miss Eve. Mr. Cole." Darren extended his hand, and Amira watched with intense focus as Leon reached out. His hand found Darren's with only the slightest hesitation—exactly the right amount of uncertainty for a blind man who'd spent years adapting. His grip was firm but not aggressive.

"Does this mean they are ready?" "Of course, your majesty.” He seemed over the moon too. "I told you we will have them ready anytime you need them to get to work." I was still nodding, my eyes narrowed now in thought. "Very well, Tim." I patted the muzzle of the Striker as I walked in Tim's direction. "I have never been more tense as I am right now." He was the first hand employed for the horses training. He came with a full package, being in the business for a long time and knowing his ways around it.

Her cries got louder and louder, to the point they made me annoyed. “Stop crying!” I said as I rubbed an ice cube to numb the area, to prevent anymore bleeding and treated her wound before wrapping a bandage around her ankle. Muffled sobs were coming from her lips all the time and her body was lightly trembling. I gave Luca the first aid kit while scoffing at his frowned forehead and pitiful eyes. I dismissed him and turned around to face my wild horse. Soon to be my wild horse.

Celine smiled; these boys were going to get their butts kicked. Every stable had that one horse. A horse so rebellious that it was unrideable by anyone but one special person. Celine thought it was romantic and loyal, but if the horse loved someone who didn’t own them, then they were abandoned and left like useless junk. One such horse existed at the Beaumont Equestrian Center and that was Blackie. She named him when she was four, okay? It was a tie between Blackie and Horsy at the time so it could have been worse. Blackie was an angry mean-spirited stallion who only loved two people. The hired man who fed and tended to him, and the tiny slip of a girl who had the same-colored hair as he did

Silence fell among the group. "Mr. Preston, I just inquired. Blaze is not doing well. It seems like the Taylors' horse trainer neglected to check the horse properly. The leg injury went unnoticed. "The horse barely made it through the race and collapsed at the finish line. Oh, the poor horse!" Preston's assistant secretary chimed in. The two of them echoed each other, clearly having arranged it beforehand. "How's Blaze's leg?" Zoe asked with feigned concern. "Its leg is completely fractured. It might have to be euthanized!"