Why Are They Called The Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

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…" She seemed to be trying to think of a way to describe my eyes, but the sight of them unnerved her so much that she couldn't find the words. All she could do was point a finger at me while her whole body shook. "Disgusting! He's just too disgusting!" Her shout caused the spectating neighbors to stir once more, and they began clamoring. "That's right! He must be pretending to be blind!" "Criminals no

His main concern was being rejected because of his looks. Though Wynter had put in efforts to groom him well, it had been so long that he had even forgotten how he looked in the first place. Two people could be considered blind in this situation: one, Shadrach, who was literally blind, and two, Wynter, who was blinded by her love for him, so physical appearance didn’t matter to her. But her family wasn’t blinded by anything; they would definitely want the best for their daughter, and he was sure he looked like a mess at that moment.

You would have heard of the man first before seeing him; the way his cane scraped on the floor when he was coming brought more fear than the noise of the cane itself. One word was perfect to describe him: he is ruthless. A man you don’t mess with, or else he would end you even before you know it. It was a known fact, and no one explored it except some people with death wishes. “All hail Alpha King Lucius.” The palace bard man called out, and everyone sitting rose in honour of the blind man who managed to bring an entire realm under his control without his eyes. The cane wound was getting louder, and the men in the room were getting more scared.

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.

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.

"No, it wasn't me, it had nothing to do with me..." Behind her, James snarled through gritted teeth, "So it was you! YOU! You're the one who ruined my life! "You even tried to have my mother and sister killed!" The intruders had confessed that their hatred for the Cooper family stemmed from how their company had been maliciously forced into bankruptcy by the Coopers. Their parents had died of stroke from the stress, and they couldn't even afford the medical bills. Michelle had found them and paid them money. She deliberately made up lies, claiming that Mia disliked their company and had persuaded James to crush them.

The moonlight cast everything in silver, making the world look ethereal and unreal. Dominic stopped too, turning to face me with concern etched across his features. I looked directly into his piercing blue eyes, my amber gaze reflecting the moonlight. The weight of Rebecca's revelation pressed down on me like a physical force. "Rebecca said that Keith's blindness was caused by Shadowpeak." The words hung between us in the cold mountain air, heavy with implication and dread.

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?"

There are days when I wonder what the world around me looks like, what the prey I eat looks like, I even wonder what my mate looks like but I'll never ask because I know that although I am blind and most likely odd looking I will never stand alone. For I am blinded but not deaf, I am blinded but not alone, I am blinded and I will always have a place within this world.

Suddenly, a deafening roar split the sky. Several armed police helicopters thundered overhead. Their blinding white searchlights enveloped the highway, lighting up the darkness like it was broad daylight.