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“Why are you always so busy scribbling in that little notebook of yours whenever you talk to me, Jaxon?” Without waiting for an answer, Gideon snatched the notebook out of Jaxon’s hands with startling speed. Flipping it open, he scanned its pages, his initial shock quickly giving way to a wicked grin. “I thought you were just an obsessive little note-taker,” Gideon said, waving the notebook mockingly. “But it turns out your ‘inspiration’ is quite... abstract, isn’t it?” Jaxon turned fully now, his expression colder than ever as his eyes fixed on the book in Gideon’s hand.

"Timothy... he’s a ghost for a reason. Don't count him out of the fight yet." "I’m not counting him out. I’m counting what I'm going to do to Lity if he so much as breathes on him." Gideon prowled back to the door, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm. "Thinking about him alone with those Rebellion fanatics... it makes the beast want to tear its way out of my skin." Kan coughed, a wet, hacking sound. "What about Gam?" Gideon froze. Gammer Hayes. Their tech specialist and only friend. "I haven't seen him since I left to get the gear. He was on the Xbox. I told him to stay clear of the kitchen."

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Clara The room hummed with nervous energy while we waited for Jake to return with the Leaders everyone once again on high alert now that we knew there actually was a way for the infected to breach our walls, the impenetrable compound no longer seemed so safe. A shuffling of bodies shifted to reveal the grim faces of our leaders, each one looking tired and haggard, as though none of them had slept in a week and I contemplated that just maybe they hadn't. “Mr Jones said that you found something?” Jade questioned.

“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

I greeted back, my voice just as cold as his, “To what do I owe the honour?” Gideon Trace, my father's most loyal assistant. I had known him ever since I came of age. A very ruthless man who did whatever my father asked him to do. He had a very dark past, and that was exactly why my father wanted Gideon to work for him. The son of a gambler and a prostitute who had both left him to fend for himself. Gideon grew up following gangs and doing their biddings, until he slowly rose to become a very famous gang leader himself.

Mia said referring to Henry," we need inside information about him, and I'm the only one who could go back, and he won't suspect a thing. So you think it's easy to get into Gideon's house? It's so much like yours, it's a fortress and Gideon would kill anyone he thinks is suspicious without thinking twice” “ And he would kill you if he starts to suspect you”. Adrian spat. His eyes glowing gold. “ He won't kill me”. Gideon has not touched her or make her do sexual thing's to him since he found out that his son had been raping her, but she knew that Gideon would never kill her. He would have done so a long time ago if he wanted to. He always came to rescue her when she gets into any kind of shi

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

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