Polly Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

She is terrified of it; she despises it. A chill ran down her spine, and Almera's ageing lines turned down in a small frown. Can she see it? Can she see what’s ahead for me? Pearl thought as she searched for her unseeing but all-seeing eyes. "Please, come in. We are all friends here." The blind woman grumbled.

Yet, for some crazy reason she couldn’t understand, she couldn’t stop thinking of him. Polly strode down the hall at a quick pace. She had chosen her finest dress, a lightweight, light blue, with a white lace trim, elaborate white collars, and which flowed from her neck down to her feet. She wore a large hoopskirt beneath it, making it flare out at her hips. It was hot in this July weather, and she had chosen the thinnest material she had, but still, it offered little relief from the heat. She patted at the perspiration on her forehead as she went, which grew with each step she took.

The sheer weight of Alpha Killian’s presence trapped me in place, suffocating the air right out of my lungs. My arms trembled violently under the heavy bundle of white silk and lace. I kept my head bowed, burying my chin as deep as I could into the bridal linens, praying the ivory fabric would act as a shield between my terrified soul and his towering frame. "I said... drop the linens," Killian growled again. His voice was a low, dangerous vibration that rattled the floorboards beneath my worn shoes and sent a electric shock straight down my spine. "Now."

Outside the window, the rain continued its relentless assault against the metal frame of the SUV, the sound drumming against the roof like the beating of a dark heart. Dominic tilted his head slightly, turning his face toward the sound with an expressionless precision. He had always been able to see through people's defenses. Now, he would have to do it without his eyes. "Keep my eyes a secret. Not a single word to anyone. If word gets out that I'm blind, the wolves will circle." He raised his hand, his fingers closing slowly through the empty air in a gesture of quiet, absolute possession—as if he were already closing his grip around the fleeing figure of Avery Clair.

Sicily jumped at the sound of footsteps with a familiar frequency. Her hand clasped, the other sought a grip on Esters fingertips. "Calm down, Miss, normalise your breathing!" whispered Ester. Sicily followed all of Ester's directions, but anxiety and fear were still evident in her eyes. A man came closer, a figure with a distinctive scent began to greet the blind girl's sense of smell. "What business does a blind woman have at the auction, is there any ability?" Harlan's voice was clearly caught by Sicily's ears.

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.

The area was empty now without a single ant alive to be seen. “Where did they all go?” Matthew asked. “Something’s coming.” Gon saw a silhouette in the darkness. “I see it too.” Theraphosa saw it as well. “What?” Unlike Gon, whose vision is equivalent to nightvision, and Theraphosa, who had special sensory organs, Matthew could not see what they were seeing. The glowing stones that were in the walls were gone for some reason. Rain was in the same boat as Matthew, but he had a way to overcome it. “[Darkvision].” [Darkvision] was a higher tier spell than [Nightvision], so he had the best eyesight currently out of the four.

Why would a blind man choose something so visual? Unless he remembers. Unless he refuses to let the dark win. I don’t know how long I stand there. Then— “What are you doing here?” The voice slices through the silence. Low. Calm. Controlled. I spin around. Desmond Blackwood stands near the door. My heart nearly stops. I don’t hear it open. I don’t hear him move. He stands tall in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. His white cane, detailed with subtle gold swirls, rests in his left hand. Dark lenses shield his eyes, his expression unreadable.

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

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."