Peaky Blinders Photo Novels & Stories

I am positive that no one will arrange the chair we clattered, but as we entered, it was amazingly arranged back into the way it previously was. "Hey, Harp! Where did you dream the assassination?!" Emma asked. I can still felt her demanding tone. I tried thinking that dream again. "Shelf No.13.. near the center." I unconsciously said. "The book that the blind man has written have a book cover that has a big eye on it." "I see.." Nathan whispered and ran into the Shelves. After all, he and Ella hid there for a while. Maybe he managed to memorize them all. This Nathan.. how I wish I could be that smart, too.

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Those who heard them could be easily affected. I felt a weird reaction being triggered in my body. Almost instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together. There were a few women wearing shades waiting outside the hotel room. Their cheeks were deeply flushed. Some tilted their heads back, breathing heavily. I heard that blind people had extremely sharp hearing since they lost their sight. They most likely could hear better than me. At that moment, a shrill scream pierced through the air. The women and I were shocked by the scream. While they couldn't see what happened, I could.

His piercing gaze bore into mine, as if he could see right through me. In that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder—was Ethan truly blind? Everyone said he was partially blind, unable to recognize faces, but it felt like he could see everything. His eyes were striking, almost glowing. And contrary to the rumors, he wasn’t old. No, Ethan was a man in his prime—a powerful wolf at the peak of his dominance. “Unfortunately for you, you won’t be Mrs. Darnell for much longer,” he said coldly. “A shameless woman like you doesn’t deserve to be here.”

Blake decided to tap into them out of boredom and instantly recognized Caleb in the pictures. The pictures uploaded on Twitter were too blurry since the paparazzi had taken them too far away from Caleb and his group. Not to mention, the pictures were taken at night as well. Another woman's silhouette was blocked by Caleb in the pictures. Naturally, no one knew that Yvonne was the woman with Caleb and Jax. Still, Blake was confident that the woman was Yvonne. Caleb would never forsake his principles for the sake of anyone other than Yvonne. At the same time, Jodie also noticed the trending hashtags.

~~May 19, 1946~~ On a picnic blanket sat two striking men, Blaze Neptune Hunter and Dexter Aquilo Gunner. Blaze gazes at the sky, admiring the blue and fluffy clouds, sunbeams piercing through the canopies of trees as the cool morning breeze caused the trees to sway luxuriantly. Blaze's eyes emitted a profound, natural radiance that sparkled within. His irises possessed a truly golden glimmer, radiating with such brilliance that it illuminated his entire countenance and penetrated to the depths of his soul.

“And if not, you’ll remember soon enough.” He reached into his briefcase, pulled out a folded photo, and laid it carefully on the ground between them. “You recognize this?” he asked. Dalia glanced down. It was the photo of the ridge in Ravens Peak that's stolen from her apartment. Her stomach dropped. Aiden tilted his head. “You’re wondering how we got it. Funny thing—Ember sold it to Jayke. Without even knowing what the content of the photo is. This alone is enough to bring the might of the United States on Ravens Peak. This photo is proof of the supernatural elements and the existence of werewolves in Ravens Peak. We can't let it get to the wrong hands”

I finished. I could feel it now. I didn’t need to look to know she felt it too. Dr. Hale tilted her head slightly, considering. “And you chose to capture that.” It wasn’t a question. I nodded once. “Yes.” “Why?” I didn’t answer immediately because the truth was instinct. It was something I hadn’t thought through before pressing the shutter. “She didn’t hide it,” I said finally. “Not really.” I paused, “It was just… there.”

The room is minimalist: dark wood, glass surfaces, a single desk lamp casting a warm circle on an otherwise cold room and on the desk, in a simple silver frame, is the only personal item, a photo of Peculiar. The photograph is different from the one he left me. It’s not the straw hat, not the garden. This one is closer and more private. She's looking directly at the camera with an expression that's half-smile, half-challenge. The face of a woman who knew exactly who she was. Briggs is already there, standing by the monitor on the wall with a USB drive in his hand. Sean is behind the desk and he nods me toward the chair across from him. "The store footage," Briggs says, plugging in the drive.

Heaven, one of the pack doctors from yesterday morning. "Joyce... Joyce? Can you hear me?" She asked, taking a small flash light out of the chest pocket of her coat and shining it into my eyes. I squinted, feeling a massive headache building at the back of my eyes. "If you can hear me, then please give me a sign." She commented, desperation evident in her voice. "I can hear you." I whispered. My throat was dry, and my voice cracked at the last word. "Good. Very good." She whispered.