Peaky Blinders Lighter Novels & Stories

I poised another strike. Blue lightning streaked down from the sky. It walloped me, striking me down to the ground and flattening me to the surface. The breath was knocked out of me. I felt like a bug that had been smacked with a fly swatter. Lights flashed in my eyes. As they cleared, the stars in the night sky sparkled above among the light pollution. The blue eyes of the elf leader looked down at me. "When leaders say submit, you get to stop."

it lighted the way for a while before returning everything back to darkness. Most members of the pack didn't drive. Except the rich. Phyna was certainly on that list.

"I have a final exam today, I need to go out." She declared. "Of course, go and do your best!" He had no choice but to do as she pleased. "Mira, but please hide bruises on your face with makeup, it's not looking good..." He brought her makeup from her room and forced her to hide her bruises. Mira got up and grabbed her bag which was still laying on the floor since last night. She opened the drawer and placed his lighter and cigarette on the counter, knowing he will use it sooner or later.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

I was my sister now. He dragged the body to the kitchen. Water ran. A suitcase zipper opened. I kept my eyes on the wall. Counted cracks. Seven up. Three across. The water stopped. Footsteps came back. Then he turned off the lights. Darkness. My real eyes screamed for light, but the white lenses blocked everything. I breathed slow. In. Out. A phone flashlight clicked on. Beam straight into my eyes. I didn't blink. Ten seconds. Twenty. My eyes burned behind the plastic, but my face stayed empty. Bored. *Blind.*

She lifted her arm and extended it, palm outward. Focusing her aim in a way that now came naturally to her, she fired a tight, two-inch wide yellow beam at the nearest carcass, striking the joint of one of the arms just below the giant pincer. Her beam cut easily through the cartilaginous material, and the pincer dropped to the ground. “Very cool,” Lights said approvingly. “Kind of like a laser—tight and concentrated. Blaze’s Power is more like a flamethrower—an extremely hot flamethrower.”

Blaze added casually which made Breiy turn to him again. Breiy became thoughtful for a while while he blankly stared at the chopping board in front of him. "I will release a limited edition pick-up truck this week, only two top-of-the-line units. A black and a white panther edition. The mass production started last month and the initial units will be available in the market in the middle of next month" Breiy explained while he continued to chop the vegetables. Blaze paused for a while and stared at the back of his brother. "The black one" Blaze responded and went to his cooking.

He quickly interfered, picking up the blunt we were both sharing from the tray and putting it between his lips. Without being told, I found the lighter and spotted him. He took a deep drag. At that moment, my eyes stayed sealed to the bright burning flame at the butt of the blunt. “It is quite a lot to unpack, which is why I wish right now, I could skip that question. But I’m a man of my word and I have to answer it...” He blew air forcefully out of his mouth, and with it going were the fumes from his joint. This time it wasn’t blown in my direction which I was thankful for because I wasn’t even noticing how I was slowly falling back to the chair and how my head was beginning to feel so much

POV X “Ah, what the fuck man,” Julian complains as I hit yet another solid ball into the pocket. I smirk his way taking all the glory as I’m currently kicking his ass in pool. “Gimme the lighter,” I say with my hand open towards his way. He hands me the red Bic lighter. I spark it up and light up my joint, take a hard hit, and hand the joint to Julian. “Good shit,” I say and then blow the smoke out in his face.

Two blades gleamed in the low light. Shit.