Gideon Book Novels & Stories

“You will not let this happen. Sebastian cannot discard my daughter. The Vaughn's cannot walk over us.” “They won’t erase us,” Gideon said calmly. “I built this family. I built this empire. And I don’t lose.” Celeste stepped closer. “Then do something. Now.” He said nothing. The war had already begun. Later that night, Gideon sat alone in his study. He didn’t rage. He planned. He pulled out his phone, scrolled to a name he’d never erased, and typed: Meet me tomorrow. 5 PM. Same place. You know why.

he asked without care and threw his rifle as instructed. "Shut your fucking mouth! You killed Al-Sharique, and you are not in service anymore. That made you a criminal. In the name of the United States of America—" He didn't finish his sentence because he saw the sneer on Gideon’s face. But before the man could react, Gideon quickly grabbed the gun and expertly disarmed it, pointing it away from him. In a second, he was already holding Steve’s wrist and twisting it without hesitation. The man let out a loud scream as his bones broke. Gideon grabbed him by the collar and kicked the gun away before dragging Steve Davis's face down and kneeing him in the face.

Gideon questioned as his suspicion increased. “No, this is the book I came to look for actually,” Sarah said as her hand grabbed a book which she showed to Gideon, it was a random health book. “Then she gasped. “I am sorry about the papers, let me quickly arrange them,” she said and turned towards the papers on the desk. "Oh! Let me help you with that then,” Gideon said and strode towards her, his long strides eating up the distance. Together, they gathered the papers that were scattered on the desk, Gideon's fingers brushing against hers as they worked. The touch sent a shiver down her spine. Once they'd collected the papers, Gideon carefully placed them in a drawer and locked it.

To my lovely readers, We made it from a sad ending to a bittersweet one. Up next: the happy ending we all deserve. Loving Jude was going to be the final book. Initially, I intended to have an epilogue after Chapter 45 showing when Jo and Jude resumed the relationship. But that didn't feel right. After everything they have been through, I didn't feel good about wrapping up their story in a short epilogue.

How can I forget that name? Eden Child. I wanted to forget that name. The name Eva gave to her unique child. The thought of the name cringes my whole body and makes my blood boil because I was one - Eden Child. An Eden Child, you are picked by Eva to stay with her. Different from other children, you are unique. You are treated special because Eva prophesied your purpose of being the sacrifice for their make-believe God. You become the soldier of God and a saint of the Order that will build her fantasy kingdom of heaven.

But yet again, I could only be seeing things. “Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh—Genesis 2:24” I heard the words leave the lips of the man officiating the marriage, with eyes shifting between Cameron and I. “Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man—Proverbs 3:3-4”

“I might be able to help recommend some books relating to the topic.” Given where my head had just been, the request came easy to me. “Do you have anything on… the Goddess?” I asked, turning to look at him, my expression instantly becoming serious. “And I don’t mean those vague books I’ve already read in the library before. I mean… actual information. Like that book I saw you use for my confirmation.” He gave me another knowing look before he went about pulling a few from the shelves. Eventually, after a few minutes had passed, he handed me over four different ones; all of which looked far older than I felt comfortable touching. They looked almost fragile enough to break by just breathing on

He closed his door and pondered, what the hell does that mean? Morning arrives, and Gideon has not slept a wink. His mind kept going over and over about what Leora told him. He had written on his notebook about the curse, eventually he started opening up books learning about the different gods they had on the island. He read about Frey and his siblings, but not a lick of sense was made when he was rereading his notes. “I have such crappy handwriting.” Sitting on the edge of his bed he grew anxious. 'What if I can’t save her from the curse, what happens to her? Why won’t her family do anything about it? Why did they give up saving her?' Questions kept piling one over the other, his thou

I sat down and tapped the keys, my fingers moving by instinct. A notification was blinking on the main screen. No sender, no subject, just a video file. I clicked it. The screen flickered, then cleared. It was a small, concrete room with no windows, just a single chair bolted to the floor. And in that chair was Gideon. My breath hitched. He looked terrible. His face was a map of purple and yellow bruises. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and his hands were cuffed behind his back. But his other eye, the one that was open… was sharp. He wasn't broken. Not yet.

“Because I didn’t want to defend myself like some cornered liar. I wanted to deserve your belief.” My breath caught. “And maybe,” Gideon said, voice low, “some part of me thought I deserved your doubt. I saw it coming—Kalali’s games, her patterns. I should’ve stopped it before it reached you. But I didn’t. I let her act. I let her run the board, thinking I could catch her clean. And then I found you—tied up like some prisoner, lying there like you didn’t even have the strength to move—and I realized... I hadn’t protected you at all. I’d just played my strategy while you paid the price.”