Peaky Blinders X Reader Novels & Stories

Third Person POV Flashback — The Story of Brittany and Bradley Larken As everyone already knew, Brittany and Bradley had always been the kind of young love that felt bigger than where it came from. They met in the outskirts of Las Vegas, Nevada, tucked away in a trailer park filled with families who all carried the same struggles, the same limitations, and the same quiet hope of getting out one day. But Brittany… Brittany wanted more than hope. She wanted out of Vegas, for real. So when she left, thinking she had found something better, someone better, she truly believed she was stepping into a different life. What she didn’t realize was that she was walking straight into a lesson she wasn’t

She even offered to help give my husband 'massages' at night. Their clothes were entangled on the ground as their undressed bodies moved under the covers. The atmosphere was steamy in bed. How were they not afraid? Well, it was only normal that they were not worried about anything because I was 'blind'. I opened my eyes in the dark. It felt so disgusting that I wanted to throw up, but I pinched myself to hold it back. They had no idea that I had just been joking when I claimed to be blind. They started to go about their filthy ways when they heard that I could not see.

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.

Allison P.O.V. Blue Light territory smells like a stone and wet earth. The pines stand taller here, the air thinner and the roads cut into the ridge with the kind of patience only old hands must have had to cut them the way they are. We take the pass in a three-vehicle ribbon, Blake and me up front, Elliott and Cassie in the second, a lean spear team in the third. Xander, our head warrior, rides the rear bench with his boots on the floor like he might leap before the truck stops. He’s been vibrating since Luna Rose’s call.

he assured. Inside the station, Detective Guido led them into a dark room. “I’m going to show you five men. Take your time. If you see him, just nod and tell me which number. Don’t worry—he won’t see you. Are you ready?” “Yes,” Lisa whispered. Five men lined up under a light. Lisa stepped forward, scanning their faces. Her blood ran cold. Her body went pale. “That’s him,” she said, pointing at the tall man with dirty blond hair and a scar across his left eye.

"Son what do you mean by she is blind." Jake mother asked him looking at Anastasia who can't see a thing. I instantly tensed and Jake could feel it since our hands where kinda of brushing each other. "You heard me right mum. She is blind she can't see a thing mum." Jake said squeezing my hand under the table. The tension was so thick in the air that you could slice it with knife. No body spoke for a minute or two before the voice I came to realize as Jake mum spoke.

Something was definitely not adding up. "You went into her room, " I replied taking a seat then deciding to replace the book on the shelf. "What would prompt you to enter a dead woman's room?" Hayden shrugged, running a hand through his hair before making a pong tail. "I was bored. That was the only thing I found left of her. " "It was the last book we read together, " I replied abscentmindedly, running my hand along the anterior cover feeling an unusual bump. Curious I replaced the book on the table turning it over seeing a make shift holder and feeling something small within the space. Only when I had released the contents from its hiding place, did Hayden's words become audible again.

Zigas said. The two bitchy-looking girls walked towards us, "Why are you entering someone's house without permission?! I will call the police—" "He is Archer's foster brother. You'd better tell me where he is now." "What? Is he the famous Xander Balstair, the prince merciless of rogue? " One of the girls seemed to know Xander or just might have heard of him. I don't know. "But why is he blind? He must be lying and pretending to be him!" Another girl hissed. They hissed too clearly for even my ears to catch. Why did they say that? Then when did Xander become blind?

Five surprised faces stare at me as I lean over, bracing myself with my hands on my knees as I catch my breath. “He took her plump nipple between his lips and suckled, making Esme groan into the cold night air. She had known Knox was her mate, but never dared to believe he would actually want her. Her pussy clenches as he sucks harder, his hand sliding between her soft tummy and the elastic waistband of her leggings....” Braydon’s voice sounds thick and raspy as he reads a passage from one of my very favourite books. “Baby girl...” Phoenix sneaks up behind me, grinding his hard on into my ass as he loops an arm around my waist. It takes him a moment to read the room.

I didn't raise my voice, but my cadence was clear and firm in this heavy silence. Turning to look at the police officers who'd gone still, I asked, "Now, officers, how would a blind person peep at anyone? He can't even tell day from night—how could he stand at a window, hold up a camera, and aim it at the bathroom across from his window to take photos?" One of the officers was stunned by my question, but he quickly snapped to his senses and gave me a grim nod. "From the looks of it, your son is indeed in the clear. A blind person can neither be a voyeur nor use a camera."