Red Right Hand Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

I would never go that low, but he doesn't have to know that. I signal Ryan to give me the knife, he understands because he stands beside him, holding his head in place. Even the strongest of men shake when they realise, they are helpless. Gripping my knife in my hand, I lean closely pointing the pointed tip around the man's eyeball. The bastard's screams intensify as my knife digs deeper, cutting around the inner edges of his eyelids.

The line remained almost completely flat, barely moving above the baseline. Then Eric's chart appeared. Normal Alpha levels. Stable, predictable, exactly what the researchers expected to see. Then a third chart filled the screen. Their combined readings. The line rose sharply, climbing so fast that it nearly reached the top of the graph. Hayes stared at it. "This is strange." "What?" Eric asked. "When you were tested separately, both of you showed completely normal results." He pointed at the combined chart. "But when you were placed together..." The line spiked dramatically. It wasn't a gradual increase or a minor fluctuation. It was an immediate reaction, as though their bodies had recogni

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.

Toxic neon indigo flickered through the haze—advertisements for bootleg silver-salt and black-market adrenaline that had no business being so bright in a world that had forgotten the sun. I stood at the edge of the descent, my human right hand shielding my left eye against the chemical sting of the air. My right eye was still a void of gray fog, but my left—the gold-rimmed lens of the Phoenix—cut through the smog with a lethal, clinical sharpeness. Ga-chi.

Pain shuts through me as I try to stand up, my vision foggy, swirling left and right, until the lights all dulls out. ★★★★★

At that moment his earpiece came alive with Mariah on the other side. She spoke, “Yihan, you are being followed! And it's a red dot.” Yihan, “How is that possible? You did blind the cameras right?” Mariah, “I swear I did. Did you by any chance tell anyone about this plan even with the smallest hint?” Yihan, “Not a soul. Not even Em.” Mariah, “Then how is this happe…….?!” She could finish her sentence and a loud crash hit her ears. Chill ran down her spine as she jerked up from her chair and screamed into the earpiece.

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

The doctor asked me as I laid on my back on the bed. I nodded my head and searched for Jake hands, he wasn't far from me so I took his hands in mine in a form of support strength. "What do you see." The doctor asked me. He was standing on my left side. "I can only see darkness but sometimes light flashes through my eyes." I nervously replied. I started experiencing the flashes of light when I was eleven years but I kept it to my self today that I was asked. All this while my eyes where tightly closed.

Panic is growing in my chest when I yell at him "LELAND GET OFF OF ME!!!!! GET OFF!!!! GET OFF!!!!" my throat feels like its constricting on itself, my limbs are growing tired his hand pressing down on the side of my face into the floor my jaw feels like its going to pop. my vision has gone blurry I cant focus on my surroundings anymore. everything is in a haze "It wont be long now Becca baby I promise just a few more minutes and you'll feel much better" he coos calmly

My vision is becoming blurry by the minute and every single building seems to be moving too close to me. I can barely breathe and sweat trickles down my forehead. My throat is as dry as a desert. My chest feels tight. This is not the place to faint. One of the men, the head of the group, or so I assume, moves closer to me. His eyes are bloody red and one eye is twitching on and off like a light bulb. Blake is on the other side struggling to get to me and his anger can clearly be detected.