Peaky Blinders Lighter Novels & Stories

I’m going to set it all ablaze. I scarf down the cheese and meat he’d left out, knowing I’ll need my strength, before digging in the pockets of his discarded pants for his lighter. I find an elaborate gold zippo covered in elegant, embossed moaning women, and snap it open, admiring the tiny blue-orange flame that flickers to life, so small but beautifully destructive.

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

Kade abandons his spot and draws closer to peer over my shoulder. “What’s this?” he asks. I open it back to the chapter on triggers, and he clicks his tongue at the words on the page. “What’s your plan? What are you trying to do, Brynne?” Neglecting him, I stretch out my hand toward Tristan and say, “Lighter. Please.” With a small shrug, Tristan drops it into my palm. I flick the wheel, and the tiny flame blooms. It licks against my skin with a sharp sting, but no pain follows.

Liz held me there for what seemed like forever, petting me, placing comforting kisses along my head and cheek. "Mattie, my sweet, do you want to smoke some? Might help you calm down, baby." I knew it would. It hadn't ever let me down before, but I didn't want her to let me go and I said as much. "Easy, baby. I don't have to go anywhere. Pull open the drawer right there." She indicated a secret drawer built into the coffee table. "There's a few rolled in there. If you reach you can grab them and we don't have to really move at all." I did as she said, grabbing six blunts (what she had rolled inside the drawer) and the lighter and sat back against her. As I lit the first blunt she wrapped her

James was blind, he took the pendant and immediately called Ray Green, "mister Ray I already prepared for the conference tomorrow. I hope you and the boss will be present there so we can sign the deal in front of everyone." "Okay. No problem mister Brown. I informed my boss about it. We will surely present there" "And also I got what mister Maxwell wants. One of my friends held that pendant that's why I accepted the work to find the pendant. So let's meet up so tomorrow before the press conference so that I give you what you wanted." "Oh thanks, Mr Brown. You truly a great person." Ray smirk and praised James for his work. They discussed some work things and hung up the call.

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

I set the photo on fire with a lighter, and I watched in silence as it turned to ash. ... In the days that followed, I kept my tears and tantrums to myself. Slowly but surely, I let out the news and proof of my dad ditching his first love. Seeing him run around like a headless chicken gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction. By the time I left Cascade City, Rebecca and Nash's world had crumbled. The day before I took off, Calvin showed up at the Smiths'. "Heard you're heading to Zephyr City," he said, his voice so flat I could not read him.

Izzy says as she steps closer to her. "You think you can handle both of us?" Izzy asks, trailing one finger down the middle of Starlight's body. "All three of us are going up there?" Starlight asks, her shocked face making me laugh. "Yup." Izzy pops the P at the end, before taking the blunt from me and inhaling deeply. She hands it back to me and turns to face Starlight.

He shrugged adding, “You just don’t have to think about what version of the truth you’re telling.” I stared at him for a second. “…You think a lot for someone who says things are simple.” He smiled again, flashing his pearl white at me and that made me feel…excited that I had to look away. The rain picked up suddenly, like something had shifted in the sky without warning. The sound hit harder against the windows faster and harsher. I straightened slightly, then, thunder cracked. Lightning flashed through the window before I could process it, and my body reacted before my mind did.