Polly Peaky Blinders の小説・ストーリー

"Thank you, Diana. I appreciate your consideration." There was a long silence before Diana spoke again. "Your Highness, may I ask you a question?" Damon sighed. "Of course, Diana." "Are you afraid of the dark?" Diana asked. Damon hesitated before answering. "No, I am not afraid of the dark. I have been blind since birth, so I have never known anything else." Diana was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. "I see. I'm sorry if I offended you."

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Wide-eyed, she looked at the empty bottle and then at Blake in disbelief. “How did you know?” Polly asked. “I’ve been going see the doctor for treatments, but I never showed symptoms, so how did you know?” Polly asked. “Blake can determine diseases just by looking at the person. He cures me this way as well when that bastard….” Claire explained and trailed off, almost stating her most profound regret. “Thank you. I will never forget this. I will follow you forever.” Polly suddenly stated with tears in her eyes. “No need for that. Just do an excellent job helping John Steel in the real estate business,” Blake said with a smile.

Theo guessed, hoping it was the same issue as before—maybe the shirt wasn’t good enough. “He means the blindfold and that stupid collar. She’s not a dog,” Drake said, pinching his nose and adjusting his glasses. “Oh, sure. I’ll remove the blindfold,” Theo muttered, quickly untying it. “But the collar can’t be removed. It’s the policy of the purchase, Sir.” Carson and Drake stared at him as if they would rip him apart for not removing it. The awkward silence grew heavy, making Theo tremble. He could feel his soul shivering inside his skin.

"I want to hear you, Cassandra. I want to hear what I do to you. Don't take that away from me." "What if someone hears me?" She shudders. With a smirk, I gesture to my room. "We're in my house, Peanut, not your apartment with thin walls. The only one that will hear you is Piggy and he is an old man. Back in his day, he was probably a horn dog, so there's no judgment there." She lets out a shaky laugh at that. I chuckle and reach over to the drawer of my nightstand, pulling out a condom.

Right there, impossible to miss in the flickering glow of the firelight, was the prominent, rigid outline of his semi-hard length. He was aroused. A warm, electric shockwave shot straight from Avery's chest down to her toes. Her face burned with a heat so intense she thought she might actually combust. Her gaze darted back up to his face in sheer panic, her hands frozen mid-air. He’s blind. He doesn't know I can see... that, she thought frantically, her mind spinning out of control. Or does he? Damien stood perfectly still, his expression a mask of cool composure, but the slight tightening of his jaw and the rapid pulse in his neck betrayed him.

“Lay it all out. It’s your last time in the spotlight, so don’t leave any regrets.” I nodded and sank into my seat with my eyes closed. The car drove away from the woodland, bringing warm sunlight. I knew that come next Monday, nothing would ever be the same again.

"Are you blind? Check it out." Confused, Sally took the glasses and looked outside again. She held the binoculars up, sighted down them to the blue light and then held them to her eyes. She adjusted the spread of the glasses, then looked through them again. She saw the blue glow, but everything was blurry. She rolled her finger along the focus on top of the glasses and the image sharpened. A man was sitting at his computer, reading something. Sally lowered the glasses and looked back at Trish and Becky. They stared through the window blinds as if their very lives depended on it.

TATE I’D DRUNK TOO much. That was the first thing that crawled through the haze, sluggish and stupid—but the second I blinked, I didn’t see party light or a bedroom ceiling. I didn’t see anything, and a different panic shoved in. Not the hangover kind. Not the regret-the-shots kind. The something’s-fucking-wrong kind. It was dark. Too dark. Not blurry, not dim. Just black. I blinked again. Harder. Still nothing.

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.