Peaky Blinders Introduction Novels & Stories

The doctor asked me as I laid on my back on the bed. I nodded my head and searched for Jake hands, he wasn't far from me so I took his hands in mine in a form of support strength. "What do you see." The doctor asked me. He was standing on my left side. "I can only see darkness but sometimes light flashes through my eyes." I nervously replied. I started experiencing the flashes of light when I was eleven years but I kept it to my self today that I was asked. All this while my eyes where tightly closed.

Saphira did trip going up the stairs but she managed to catch herself. "Our first single lady is Saphira Silverstar. She just came of age last month. Most of you know she’s also completely blind. But she’s still sweet as can be," Alpha Alexander said. Saphira gently waved since she was nervous and hated this before Alpha Alexander started to go down the list of the other girls that were there. Amy Brown, Susie Jackson, Lilly Emerson, Amanda Smith, and Flora Erickson were all from Saphira’s pack. Saphira could hear some other names being called up from the other packs. She soon heard the doors to the ballroom opening with a loud bang. It made everyone jump and fall silent.

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.

While they ate, Diana couldn't help but stare at the blind prince who was sitting opposite her. "Why hasn't he said anything about the killer?" She murmured unknown to her that Damon was hearing everything she said. Diana was taken aback by the prince's sudden gaze. His silver eyes were piercing and seemed to look right through her. She felt as if he could see her soul, and it made her feel exposed and vulnerable. She quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed by the intensity of his gaze.

P.o.V. Patrick The first day back to school their junior year was already irritating and the Grey Peak pack members had only just gotten off the bus. Patrick had to deal with a whole new batch of freshmen who were just as loud and obnoxious as those who came before them. The entire ride, the groups sitting in front of and behind him kept babbling about how excited they were to get to take an hour off of school to come back for training. He’d long since decided to put a stop to that once he was Alpha. There was no point in sacrificing people’s education for a few extra minutes of practice in something most of them wouldn’t even do.

"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

“Boyfriend Number Twenty-One has eyes that could steal my soul.” “He doesn’t get a name?” I chuckle, reaching for the new glass of wine Becky has brought me. “Not yet,” Marilyn says as she takes her fresh martini from the waitress. “You have to match to get that information.” I look back at Val. “Read his description.” “Perfect for the independent woman, Boyfriend Twenty-One is eager to please.” Val frowns. “What is he, a dog?” She continues to read. “He has above-average intelligence and should be paired with an intellect to match.”

I said. Saturday midnight arrived the way significant moments always arrived — not with ceremony but with the ordinary continuation of everything else. I was in my apartment, sitting at the window with tea, watching the river in the dark. My phone was on the table beside me. At eleven fifty-eight I picked it up and opened the Free Press website. At midnight exactly the page refreshed. The headline was clean and direct and took up the full width of the screen in the way that serious stories did when editors understood what they had.

My vision blurs. And then— Headlights. A black car. Brakes screech. The back door opens. I don’t think. I don’t care. I just get in. And everything fades to black

Suddenly, a deafening roar split the sky. Several armed police helicopters thundered overhead. Their blinding white searchlights enveloped the highway, lighting up the darkness like it was broad daylight.