Gideon Book Novels & Stories

Gideon doesn’t ask anymore questions for the rest of the ride, which I appreciate, and when we finally arrive at the place where we are going, he simply climbs out and waits for instructions. “Come on,” I huff, beginning to make my way toward the simple brick building with a flashing open sign on its glass door. “Are you sure?” Giddeon asks, taking it in. “It looks a bit.” “Come on.” Reaching out, I grab his wrist and pull him along into the dimly lit bookstore that smells strongly of moth balls and mildew. “Are you looking for a book?” Giddeon mutters, looking around. “What is it? I’ll help you find it.”

Gideon felt a pang of apprehension himself, knowing that being in the same bed with Avla would test his resolve to wait. "You can put everything in my room," Gideon confirmed, his voice confident but gentle. He could see the question in Avla's eyes and reassured her, "Don't worry, I promise we'll take things at your pace." She nodded, her trust in him evident, and they made their way to his room. Once there, Gideon's face flushed slightly, and he cleared his throat. "I'm going to take a shower. Make yourself at home." As he disappeared into the bathroom, Avla's gaze fell on one of the gifts – a beautifully bound book detailing the history of the Luna. Intrigued, she settled down on the bed a

I say. THE END Book three is called The Strong, and it is Jude Ashford’s story. Dylan and Jo will be a part of that book. You will see what happens to them through Jude’s eyes. Jude is the second oldest brother and the quietest one of them all. He is a mystery to his brothers, but time will knock down his defenses and expose him to everyone. Join the Ashford’s finding out who Jude Ashford really is.

“How did you survive the early years? When Jordan was just a pup and the pack was still unstable after his parents’ death? You must have been constantly moving.” Gideon smiled faintly, the expression carrying both pride and sorrow. “By becoming part of the background. A traveler. A trader. A lone wolf passing through. I never stayed long enough to become familiar. But I always returned. Jordan’s safety came first. Always. I learned the forest like my own home. Every trail. Every hiding spot. Every way to disappear.” Jordan turned another page in the diary. “You wrote about the night I tried to run away when I was eight. You stopped me before I reached the border. How? I never saw anyone. I t

He slid in and out of my pussy slowly as I answered to Mom. “Did you have dinner?” She asked and I could hear the exhaustion in her voice. “Yes.” I managed to choke out as my fingers dug into his refined abs. “Alright. See you tomorrow then.” She responded with a yawn. Gideon continued fucking me as her footsteps faded toward the other end of the house until we heard her bedroom door close. A few seconds later, we heard the faint running of the shower, and that was Gideon's cue to pick up pace. He groaned with every contact we made as his balls slapped against my ass. I couldn't help but grind my hips against him as we both chased the eclipse.

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

’ Gideon asks, his wolf nudges a small shelf lined with books that all look handwritten, the pages are yellowing telling me it's old and when I pick up one of the copies I find the pages greasey like it's been handled too many times. ‘The Holy Bible: How God wants a pure world.’ I read for Gideon; it's hard to keep the disgust out of my voice, of course God has been dragged into this. Look at any point in human history and you will find religion as the reason why men hurt others. I holster my gun; knowing Gideon is standing guard allows me to flick through the Bible without care for my surroundings. The first page is all about how God created the world, nothing I haven’t read in an old Bible

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Twice Cleopoda had wiped at the blood that dripped from her nose to the brown pages of the old book in front of her. She was grateful Garius wasn’t looking, sometimes the old man would be busy looking through the old books to care whether she read or not. But she read, she read because Garius asked her questions at the end of every session and he hit her cruelly and with frustration whenever she failed to answer correctly. It wasn’t easy to read the almost faded symbols and scripts from the old brown books, mouth the words which meaning she didn’t know and at the same time try to halt the voices in her head, they were so loud sometimes, they made her head ache and caused her nose to bleed bu