Why Are They Called The Peaky Blinders

I had just returned from studying design abroad when my grandfather insisted that he had already arranged a childhood betrothal for me. The moment I got back to the country, he dragged me straight to the Hunt family's residence to discuss the engagement. The adults talked endlessly, and I quickly grew bored sitting there. Slipping away quietly, I wandered into the Hunt family garden for a walk. Out of nowhere, a woman rushed toward me and slapped me hard across the face. "Where did this shameless woman come from? How dare you steal my things!" I covered my cheek and stared at her in shock. The woman lifted her chin arrogantly, her tone dripping with condescension, as if she were granting me charity. "That ruby on your hand was a birthday gift from the young master of the Hunt family. A poor girl like you—how could you possibly afford to wear it?!" I opened my mouth, about to explain that it was mine. But before I could say a word, she struck me across the face again. "Do you even know who I am? I'm the Hunt family's future daughter-in-law—the future Mrs. Hunt! The entire Hunt family will listen to me!" I pulled out my phone and, right in front of her, sent a message to the contact labeled Fiancé. "Lucas, there's a mad dog in your house. Are you going to do something about it or not?"

Born and raised in the palace, Amara, a lowly maid, found herself drawn to one of the Alpha’s twin sons, Damon. But she kept her feelings hidden, hoping that on her eighteenth birthday she would meet her fated mate and forget about him. Fate, however, had other plans. On that fateful day, Amara discovered that she was mated to Damon—the very man she’d secretly loved all along—but he kept his distance for reasons she couldn’t understand. Five years later, when their paths cross again, Amara realizes that despite the rejection, their bond still lingers, and her heart still belongs to the same man who once saw her as nothing more than a servant. Seeing her heartbroken, Darius, Damon’s twin brother, offers her a deal she can’t refuse. But what starts as a simple arrangement quickly spirals into a dangerous triangle of love, betrayal, and forbidden desire. Because when Damon begins to show interest in Amara again, Darius isn’t ready to let her go—not now, not ever.

On her sister’s wedding day, everything falls apart. Rumors swirl that the groom is crippled, poor, and an illegitimate child. Determined to protect her family’s reputation, their mother makes a shocking decision—she forces her quiet, overlooked younger daughter to take her sister’s place at the altar. Humbled, humiliated, and powerless, she steps into a marriage everyone expects to be miserable. But the man she married is nothing like she—or anyone—expects. Strange things begin to happen, whispers of wealth, influence, and power follow him everywhere, and suddenly, the life she thought she was trapped in becomes unpredictable and dangerous. Now, the woman everyone overlooked must navigate a web of secrets, betrayal, and desires—and discover whether this forced marriage is her undoing… or her greatest chance at love. And when the truth finally comes to light, what will become of her mother, her sister, and everyone who betrayed her? Will they pay the price—or be left in the shadows of her triumph?

Freya loved the wrong Alpha for eight years. She gave him her body, her loyalty, her soul—and in return, he kissed her with someone else's name. When she finally walked away, she believed she'd found peace—and love—in Silvano, the Alpha who saved her. But years later, on her birthday, silence greeted her again. “Bella,” she whispered to her daughter, “did you forget Mommy’s birthday?” “Not now, Mommy. I'm making a gift for Aunt Aurora. Daddy helped.” The name landed like a wound reopening. Freya once survived being ‘the other woman’. Now, fate flipped the roles—and the silence, late-night absences, and missed calls feel all too familiar. As betrayal knocks again, she must choose: bury herself in heartbreak once more—or rise, not for love, but for herself. When even your mate forgets your worth, how many times must you walk away before you stop coming back? This time—maybe for the last time—she won’t look back.

The prettiest girl in our class, Mandy Smith, died unexpectedly in our dorm. When the police took statements, my two other roommates and I pleaded guilty. I took out Mandy’s love letter to my boyfriend. “I killed her because she was seducing my boyfriend.” Anna Anderson took out a purchase history for cyanide. “I killed her because she snatched my overseas studies spot from me.” Fiona Lee took out an expulsion letter. “I killed her because she reported me for cheating.” All three of us hated Mandy. However, the police found that all of us had alibis during Mandy’s time of death. The counselor also asked us to stop lying. However, the three of us sneered. “Whether you believe it or not, one of us is the murderer.”

After the SAT results came out, Ethan Blake—the poorest student in our class—had scored just over 660. And yet, he somehow managed to convince my two childhood friends to apply with him to the worst community college in the state. Under his influence, they both happily agreed to go to the same school as him. I tried to talk some sense into them over and over, but they accused me of having bad intentions—of just being jealous of Ethan. When that didn't work, I reached out to their parents. At the very last minute before the application deadline, I managed to get their choices changed, securing them spots at a good university. Ethan had no choice but to enroll in the community college alone. Less than six months later, news broke that he had jumped from a campus building. After Jessica Miller and Megan Flores went to the school to claim his body, they came back and dragged me up to the rooftop. "If you hadn't stopped us from applying to the same school as Ethan," they said, "he never would've been bullied into jumping to his death. Now you can die with him!" Without hesitating, they pushed me off the roof. I hit the ground and shattered into pieces. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the exact moment they decided to follow Ethan to that community college. This time, I'll just stand back and watch them throw their lives away.

For my birthday, my husband, Don Damien, gave me his dead wife’s pearls. I wore them to the dinner party. My enraged stepson, Leo, doused me in red wine. I became the laughingstock of the party. “You whore,” he hissed. “You think wearing my mother’s jewelry makes you her?” He stared at me, his eyes cold as ice. Then he screamed. "Get out of my house." But his mother died when he was a baby. I raised him. Someone had whispered poison in his ear. They told him I was the one who killed his mother. Now he thinks I'm a scheming bitch who tricked his father. And his father? My husband? He never saw me. He only saw Krista’s ghost. My heart didn't break. It shattered. They didn't love me. They didn't even care. So I walked. Then why, after I was finally gone, did they come crawling back, begging me to return?

“You have such a pretty face, if only you would lose some weight.” Tory has heard that all of her life. In her solitary life she eats alone and daydreams about having a handsome boyfriend who could accept all of her. Daily she finds herself running to catch her bus and knowing that she is the laughing stock of the other commuters. And then one day she literally finds herself ‘falling’ into the lap of one of the commuters; an exotically handsome white man. Tory finds that she is unable to stop thinking about him and daydreaming about the life he must live. But Mr. Gorgeous must be either married or gay because she sees him dismissing the attention of gorgeous women left and right.Never in a million years would she ever guess that hers was the only attention he was interested in… They Say Love is Blind is created by Pepper Pace, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

For six years Lila has played the perfect invisible daughter... plain, quiet, and worthless... just to survive her cruel, status-obsessed family. While her golden sister shines in the spotlight, Lila secretly thrives as the rising actress Liora Vale. No one knows the woman she really is. Starved for even a scrap of love, she has learned to disappear so completely that she almost believes the lie herself. When her sister refuses to marry the “Broken Heir” Damien Blackthorn, Lila is sacrificed in her place. Everyone expects her to become the silent, obedient wife to a man everyone pities. But the moment she accidentally falls into Damien’s lap, he sees straight through her mask... and chooses her. Now trapped in his mansion, Lila discovers Damien isn’t broken at all. He’s being slowly poisoned by his own uncle, and he’s far more dangerous than anyone realizes. At the same time, Damien realizes the quiet wife forced on him is actually a brilliant actress living a double life. Two masked predators are now bound in marriage, each hiding lethal secrets, while Lila’s family and Damien’s uncle close in to destroy them both. In a union built on performance, betrayal, and forbidden desire, can two people who have never been truly seen by anyone learn to trust each other... or will they destroy one another before the masks finally come off?

Sage Winters loved three Alphas in silence, until the Blood Moon changed everything. One forbidden night. One reckless mistake. By morning, she was blocked, rejected, and erased from their lives. Then she discovered the impossible: she was pregnant with their triplets. With nothing left, Sage vanished from the werewolf world, determined her children would never know rejection. Five years later, she’s returned as Dr. Sage Winters, the only person who can save the dying Silver Crest pack. The problem? The three Alphas who abandoned her are back. And the children at her side are unmistakably theirs. This time, Sage holds the power and forgiveness won’t come easy.