Peaky Blinders Lighter Novels & Stories

"Why would you give birth to a headache, that son of yours is a lot of work." "Well..." "Do you think they have the main drive?" McCalister asked, cutting me off. "I guess so." "Damn it! Why can't Liam just be like my daughter Brittany..,I'm slowly losing my mind because of him." A dark, dangerous smile slowly crept onto my face as my eyes narrowed at the city skyline. I reached into my pocket with my free hand, pulled out a gold-plated lighter and a pack of imported cigarettes, flicking the cap open with a sharp clack. I pulled one free, placed it between my lips, and snapped the lighter wheel. A bright blue flame bloomed in the dark, casting harsh shadows across my face as I took a deep, s

I ask as I inspect the thing in my hand. “What’s this even called?” I question Ryker as quietly as possible. I’m happy nobody heard me ask, I would’ve probably been made fun of for not knowing. “A blunt,” he hushes back, “if you don’t want to try it then don’t be embarrassed to just pass it on,” he reassures me in a tone that makes me feel so safe. “Truth,” Kehlani answers me. I hold the blunt in my hand, debating on hitting it. I watch as Jericho takes a puff from the pipe, blowing out a cloud of white-ish smoke.

An actual, metallic, deadly-looking gun. "Um," I say carefully. "You do know that's not a regular car accessory, right?" Bellamy glances over, then he picks it up. "This?" Before I can answer, he clicks something. There's a metallic sound, and my heart literally stops— click... A tiny flame bursts from the barrel. Cora screams. I nearly die. Eve doesn't even blink. Bellamy just chuckles, flipping it shut again. "Relax, it's a lighter."

The aftermath of shock, but Lara would sooner have been boiled alive than cry in front of him. “If you were hanging off the edge of a cliff, I’d stand on your fingers,” she told him jerkily. She heard paper tearing. A bottle of ‘Blonde Passion’ landed beside her. “The name caught my eye,” he raked down at her, “and the stupid salesgirl sprayed some of it around me. That was yesterday and I still can’t get rid of it!” A long silence stretched. Her teeth bit into the hand she had wedged against her mouth but she couldn’t stop the faint tremors still racking through her.

" Alright Loud, come aside bruh let's talk business. Wah you need?" "I need a bottle of Loud, a quarter ounce of California, one bottle of Triacin c, one bottle of Allercin with codeine, two capsules of Mitsubishis, and one packet of Raw brown rolling paper." "Wah you need all that for? You wanna kill someone? And who is the California for? You don't smoke California." "Relax nigga. That nigga from Cave you met at my party, Zoom. you remember him?" "Yeah, I do."

It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight” On the other hand, Lux was trying to calm down and took a deep breath. The blonde-haired girl had a faint smile on her face, “Huft … looks like I have to use that. Like it or not, I have to do it in an emergency like this. In fact, I really don't want to use it because the side effects are quite troublesome.” Lux who showed a calm expression and she suddenly smiled faintly, it made the man who attacked her feel that something was strange.

I wanted to know a lot of things and I had so many questions, And besides he was nice and he was kind of cute with his dimples every time he smiled at her. "What's a light head...sorry," I asked. "Oh sorry…" He laughed, shaking his head. "Well, a light head is someone who can't hold their smoke, they easily get high and it takes time for them to come off it." "Then we have mid weights who can hold at least three good blunts,"

With a shake of his head, Benedict countered, "How could I possibly do something like that?" Penny seethed at him, "You little creep! Like mother, like son! We found your camera, young man. That's irrefutable evidence of your crime! Are you still going to deny it?" The police officers took on a terse tone with Benedict as well. "We'll consider letting you off on a lighter punishment if you confess, young man." Benedict froze, confusion blooming across his face. A beat later, he took off his shades, revealing a pair of milky-gray eyes that didn't register anything. "But I was born blind, everyone."

POV: Blake --- The trophy was lighter than he expected. Not in the metaphorical sense. Physically. The actual base was some sleek composite, and the whole thing barely weighed more than his tablet. After all the blood and breakdowns, Blake thought the win would come with more… heft. But there it sat on the table. Glossy. Silent. Gleaming beneath the soft light of Ave’s desk lamp. They’d won. Officially. Top prize. Top team.

I abandon the stash collection of numerous zigzagged bladed twin daggers I was gawking at and begin heading towards her. Sometimes, I get too lost in my head whenever I am talking about weapons. When I reach her, she points at the array of a few oddly shaped, bogus fat guns before us that I have never seen before. They are just five. Their barrels have very transparent curved channels that look like empty see-through water pipes, transversing all way from the mouth of their barrels throughout the rest of their bodies. “What are these?” I ask, lifting my hands to touch them. “They do not have a name yet, but I love calling them the ‘Blitz’ because of the swift balls of molten silver they can