Small Heath Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.

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.

“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.

Hence, it wasn't just my eyes, but also my weapon. The screeching of metallic objects colliding ripped through the silence of the living room. The impact sent strong vibrations through the cane, causing my fingers to go numb. My ambusher clearly hadn't expected that I would have such extraordinary reaction speed since I was blind. With a cry of pain, he dropped the metal bat to the ground. Nonetheless, I didn't give him a chance to catch his bearings. Using his earlier cry to pinpoint his location, I lashed out with my cane, accurately jabbing him right in the abdomen.

I was my sister now. He dragged the body to the kitchen. Water ran. A suitcase zipper opened. I kept my eyes on the wall. Counted cracks. Seven up. Three across. The water stopped. Footsteps came back. Then he turned off the lights. Darkness. My real eyes screamed for light, but the white lenses blocked everything. I breathed slow. In. Out. A phone flashlight clicked on. Beam straight into my eyes. I didn't blink. Ten seconds. Twenty. My eyes burned behind the plastic, but my face stayed empty. Bored. *Blind.*

The dwarf man continued to look up into the darkness of the starless night. Even the moonlight seemed shy of revealing itself, but the savage dwarf man grinned faintly. Then his nostrils twitched in time with his breathing. "Did you hear about the new blind wolf that conquered the five small packs around Silver Castle?" asked Jos in a low, probing tone. Edward instantly lost his concentration, his gaze shifting to Jos's face as he fiercely raised one of his eyebrows. Edward immediately flicked the forehead of the dwarf man who was none other than his best assistant.

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

Good Heavens! ''There! She’s saying something!'' ''Miss Parker? Can you hear me?'' ''Yes...Please don't shout... My ears hurt....'' ''Doctor! There she...'' ''Shshhhhh'' ''Silent'' Ugh! Two thin blades of blinding light cut through my eyes once I opened them. There was a heavy throbbing at the back of my head. My body seemed like it was weighed down by a 5-ton iron sphere. ''Wait Miss Parker, let me help you up''

Richard saw his blank, idiotic stare—eyes turning milky white beneath their lids. “Was it huge?” asked Lawrie. “Did she tell you? How huge was it?” Lorraine went pale. “Admiral Jack?” said Richard, teeth clenched. “Can you see me, sir?” He passed a hand in front of his eyes. “Blind,” Lawrie said, and Richard felt his guts twist. “We’re blind, all of us here . . . but not you.” After a few calming minutes they led him in the direction of the vehicle, Lorraine hooking his BluBlockers back in place over both ears. Her high heels clocked along the pavement as they walked him carefully. Richard heard a dog barking somewhere.

I wiped my tears, controlled my breathing and hammering heartbeats, and yelled at him, "Yes, I can't see properly because I'm BLIND” .. .. Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️