Polly Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Carter, I don't think that's possible. It'll be a fault in the multiplier array…. You've had who on the phone… ? You're kidding me now, aren't you?" "What is it, Malcolm," Clara asked, now beginning to sound a bit sleepy. He covered the mouthpiece with his hand to reply. "Some kind of optical illusion," he said with an odd expression on his face, "a bit of the sky just disappeared!" - 0 - Salvadore Mendez lifted his foot off the gas pedal and allowed the car to glide to a silent halt outside the Pandos Bay all-night drugstore. He had already killed the lights and even from this distance he could tell that the young black man in charge of the check-out had not raised his head from

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The approach was silent, a low-altitude glide that felt like holding one's breath over a fathomless abyss. The "Blind Spot" emerged from the Mediterranean fog not as an island of rock and soil, but as a jagged shard of obsidian rising from the sea. It was a masterpiece of architectural camouflage, a fortress of reinforced polymer and smart-glass that mimicked the turbulent reflection of the waves.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

PHEROMONE BLIND STARWRITES CHAPTER 3: PHEROMONE BLIND Lucas didn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, crimson eyes stared back at him. "Omega." "Run." "Lucas Bennett." His heart lurched each time he remembered those words.

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

That was the permanent scarring I received from the fire I was caught in three years ago. The police captain was an older man named Walter Jenkins. He was momentarily stunned, but then he furrowed his brow and snapped impatiently, "Stop trying to scare people with that act! Whether you're truly blind or not can easily be proven with a visit to the hospital!" The woman who had accused me of peeping on her, Rebecca Zangler, briefly stopped her crying before shrieking at the top of her lungs, "He's lying! He's just trying to weasel his way out of this! How could he possibly be blind? He's at the window every night, peeping on me! Those eyes… Those eyes…"

He slows down the car making her sigh in relief. But, it is too late now and suddenly they see a big container coming towards them. Sook-Ja yelps loudly as she feels the car being hit and she closes her eyes tightly waiting for impact.

those must mean something more, right? When Polly returned to her senses, she had a vague recollection of what transpired between her and Jared. She was so embarrassed of everything and covered her face with her hands. She then became aware of her nudity under the sheet. She peeked and saw the various marks down her body. Oh, shit! Her eyes widened, unused to such a sight. She looked . . . dirty. She touched one, realizing it didn’t change the texture of her skin, just the color. She shivered when she recalled how she got them. He sucked on them, didn’t he? Oh, fuck!

As they shifted, the blindfold partially slid off, revealing Carver's eyes, which were still wide with a mixture of fear and confusion. Reacting quickly, Ava readjusted the blindfold and whispered a plea for Peyton to stop. However, Peyton was deeply engrossed in his intent, seemingly oblivious to her words. Ava raised her voice, more insistent this time. "Stop, Peyton." He didn't verbally acknowledge her request but took her hand, guiding it beneath Carver. The rock-hard skin, his erection pressing into his stomach, was a clear indication that Carver might be experiencing some level of enjoyment amid the complexity of the situation.

Nodding, I went with him and soon reached Evelyn's room where I noticed she is worriedly looking at her daughter who is just lying on the bed and staring up at the ceiling with her dilated eyes as if contacting someone when in reality she can't see a single thing. "Lavi," I sat beside her while taking her hand in mine. Her eyes turned to me, she was smiling now normally and quickly get up to kiss my cheek. "You look handsome, Eli" She smiled while tracing my cheeks as everyone stared at her bewildered. How is it possible? How can she is seeing me when she's blind since birth? "Can you see me, Lavi?" I asked her and she just nodded. I shared a quizzical look with Evelyn who just give me a sub