Peaky Blinders Photo Novels & Stories

Only for the first time, I get excited to read what is written. Our hottest athlete in the world, Hunter Blanco, leaves the famous pub with a mysterious girl in Barcelona. They say that the mysterious girl is a Spanish American, and the two would have left the place earlier. Can you identify who the girl is in the picture? Text us on 1****9 to win amazing prizes!" I view the picture, staring back at myself in disbelief. How do these people know? I scan the photos and see the tip of my head inside his Lamborghini! These bunch of jerks have the most advanced digital equipment to capture the miniscule of details with such precision!

She turned the frame over and found the date on the photo, which had been taken seven years ago in the Aspen Mountains. Blair looked at the photograph again. Banks seemed like someone different, from another time or another life. His wide smile showed happiness with his mother. His blue eyes held no malice. He was just a man growing up and discovering himself, like any other person. But something after that, after that photo and after those happy moments, made Ethan change. Blair remembered Michele's instructions perfectly. If it was true, then the safe's password would be in the second photo. It was a picture of a yellow race car on a large racetrack, and the redhead assumed it was from Eth

The reporter's yell was met with acceptance from a lot of the other reporters, and in no time, the guards were forced to drop her. "Oh my God. They should freaking take her out." Blake hissed and rushed down the podium. "There, everybody, that is the evidence that Blake and I made love," Isabella said and pointed to the projector screen behind me, where a photo of her and Blake naked on the bed was displayed. My knees immediately went weak from seeing that photo. As much as I had already known that Blake could make love to my sister, it hit me differently to see pictorial evidence of their escapades.

He returned with a gossip magazine and slapped it on the bar and flipped through the pages with the focused energy of someone who knew exactly what he was looking for. He pointed. Brigail stared. It was the Grand Canyon photo. The one from a month ago. The one Pam had said would never see the light of day. It had, apparently, seen the light of Louisiana. Her face was pixelated. His was not. "This," Latoya said, tapping the page with one long purple nail, "is a ten. He is a god. Now tell me the man tapping your ass is at least a five because if I had your face and your body I would not settle for anything less than a seven."

I stammer, my voice barely a whisper. Blake lets out a dark laugh, scrolling through the images like he’s browsing a social media feed. “Looks like I just found two people worth stalking.” The pictures show the man we’ve been targeting in a compromising position with another man. Shit. I watch in stunned silence as photo after photo fills the screen, each more intimate than the last. They’re not just having sex; it’s raw, passionate, graphic. The kind of thing that should never leave the bedroom—or in this case, the office. Well, not by people who they want to hide it from.

Abel walked inside just when Asher was watching the final pictures which will be featured on hoardings and on the internet the following day. "You said you will not show our faces. Then why does this picture show my eyes in it?" Asher demanded while pointing at a particular picture which was snapped in the beginning of the photo shoot when Aria stumbled. Asher was looking at her while she was looking away. Her back was facing the camera and her features were not visible. Just a little portion of her chin can be seen in that angle. But his eyes can be seen clearly, while the rest of his features are not. He felt that his eyes have been highlighted intentionally, so that everyone can see the e

Giani and Aubrey took a seat against the wall on a plush sofa but didn’t say anything more. Leon slid a picture across his desk directly in front of Bruce and me. We both leaned in to get a better view, our heads nearly touching in our concentration. A man walking through the airport, with a large roller suitcase and large dark sunglasses, took up the entire picture. I’d only seen Blaine once in person and then again on the news, but I knew instantly that the man in the picture was Blaine Blake. “When was this picture taken?” I asked, my heart beating loudly in my chest.

he yelled louder that I couldn't help but shiver. "She's blind," someone let out in the crowd. I could feel my legs go weak. "Are you blind?" he asked, but I kept mute. "Don't let me repeat myself, are you blind?" he yelled in frustration. "Yes," I said with a teary and shaky voice. "A blind Mate," he yelled out for everyone to hear.

Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.” “Okay,” she whispered, biting her lip at the pinch of the collar pressing against her skin. “Carson Meyer is the person you are sold to. He has dark brown eyes, no specs, and straight jet-black hair. It’s short, though. And you already recognize their voices, if I’m not wrong, right?” Theo turned around, holding the blindfolds. “Yes, Theo,” she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal.

“Can you get Val on there too?” “Now that she’s single, of course.” Marilyn waves her phone. “Why wouldn’t I share my job perks with my two besties?” I grab Marilyn’s cell and see a list of possible matches for me displayed on the screen. “Whoa,” Val says as she leans over Marilyn to check out the list. She clicks on an image, and a guy’s smiling face fills the screen. She grabs the device and holds it against her chest. “Boyfriend Number Twenty-One has eyes that could steal my soul.”