The bells of St. Mary's had barely faded from Grace Shelby's ears when she learned how to lie again. Arrow House was all white walls and careful silence, filled with the kind of peace Grace had once believed she wanted. She wore her new life easily - the devoted wife, serene at Tommy Shelby's side - but London never loosened its grip on her thoughts. In a narrow terraced house tucked behind a dressmaker's shop in Bloomsbury, eight-year-old Beatrice Burgess lived a life built on secrets. Beatrice had Grace's eyes and her quiet intensity, with a surname chosen for safety rather than truth - a name that could disappear if it ever needed to. Tommy didn't know. He couldn't. Not with enemies circling, not with the weight of his power growing heavier by the day. Grace paid a woman to watch over Beatrice - Mrs. Calder, a sharp-eyed widow who asked no questions and accepted her money in cash. To the neighbours, Beatrice was a polite, reserved child with ink-stained fingers and a fondness for pigeons on the square. To Grace, she was everything - the only part of her life untouched by betrayal, bullets, or the Shelby name. Each night Grace kissed Tommy goodnight beneath the high ceilings of Arrow House, her heart remained in London. Every letter she burned after reading, every train whistle she pretended not to hear, was another promise to herself: just a little longer. Because if Tommy Shelby ever discovered the truth - the child hidden away, the life Grace had carefully buried - there would be no telling whether his love would be enough to save them... or if it would put Beatrice directly in the line of fire.

A war nurse with a past she can't escape. A gangster who owns Birmingham and her heart. One kiss, one secret, and a city full of danger. Can Winifred survive the Shelbys, her vengeful ex, and the man she should never love? (Not true to the Peaky Blinders storyline)

They have nothing in common. She shines under the spotlight, he rules from the shadows. She moves with grace, he walks through violence. And yet, through lingering glances and heavy silences, a dangerous attraction pulls them into an endless waltz they can't escape. New chapters every week! I try to post twice a week :)

Rae-Ophelia Carter, who is well-known for her attractiveness and charm, finds herself in the wrong company. Why? That's a secret for you to discover, though. Tommy Shelby💌

After abruptly calling off her arranged engagement to a wealthy but cruel London banker, Clara Whitlow is sent away in disgrace by her parents. To avoid scandal, they send her north to Birmingham to live with her aunt and uncle, who promise to "keep her in line." Clara expects a dull exile-grey streets, strict manners, isolation. Instead, she meets Ada Shelby, a young fiercely loyal woman with a rebellious soul. Clara and Ada become unexpected best friends, despite coming from completely different worlds. Soon Clara meets Thomas Shelby. Ada's older brother and falls for him almost instantly. "Stay away from the Shelbys. Especially Thomas Shelby." But warnings come too late.

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They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.