Gideon Books 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.”

she murmured, scratching her brother's hair. "Why don't you look for a publisher for your book?" Jodie is suddenly silent. She never expected that her youngest brother would talk about her dream. "Do you believe this is a favorable opportunity for me?" she asked. "We'll see," Jake said with a wink. ---- Gideon frowns at Kevin, who is in the midst of a conversation. "So you mean the Rigor Company was about to produce a fiction novel and they could persuade readers to buy it? Is that what you're suggesting, Kevin? "

"Okay." Pumunta sila sa kusina at pumunta naman ako sa kwarto para dalhin ang mga libro ni Abbigail. Habang nag aayos ng mga libro ay tumunog ang cellphone ko para sa isang tawag na nang gagaling kay Gideon. Saglit ko pa itong tinignan lang bago nag pasyang sagutin. ["Hi Hope!"] "Uh hello Gideon, Ano'ng kailangan mo?'

Even though she was totally confident in the knowledge that nobody was lurking in the stairwell waiting to pounce on her, she held her breath almost the whole time, not releasing it until she was standing on the ground floor. Still in stealth mode, she headed to the library and made a beeline for the cabinet that housed Gideon’s sermons going back as far as fifteen years, when he’d founded The Garden of Divine Light. Iris herself had spent untold hours transcribing the recordings of his words and beliefs and commandments, then copying and binding them as books before placing them with proper reverence on the shelves and cataloguing them.

This time, the journey was deeper, darker. He didn't immediately land in a garden or a beautiful landscape. Instead, he stood in a long corridor filled with many doors. Each door bore a name: Taro, the others, and one large door labeled "Gideon." From behind every door came the sounds of laughter, crying, or whispering. This was the Temptress’s collective dreamscape. Siron walked to Gideon’s door and pushed it open. Inside, Gideon was sitting in a magnificent private library, surrounded by rare books. He looked younger, healthy, and was writing something with great fervor.

Scott even told me that it is hilarious to see Gideon scrambling to his seat just to answer my call. At my third year my professors are hardcore. Literally no chill. I mean essays, projects, assignments sometimes all those three every week. So here I am sitting inside Gideon's office without him knowing since he is out for business lunch. I am writing a paper on slavery and british colonization. I borrowed multiple books in the library for these research. "Am I hallucinating or what?" I look up and Gideon was standing at the door staring at me. "Probably hallucinating Gideon."

he said. "Okay, let's do this. Who knows, that third book is already on its way," Cela said. Hyun's eyes grew bigger. Thankfully, they are just talking on the phone and Cela can't see how excited he is to hear the news first hand from her. Tomorrow will be perfect.

Davis's POV “Gideon had confirmed being asked to do some task relating to the kidnapping of a child but was immediately asked to drop the job” Vincent explained as we walked out of the room. “What's that? Who's Gideon?” I raised a brow as I walked out of the room, leaving the fucking doctor to cough his lungs out. “A leader of a small gang in Westfield. He is one of the men sent last time for the mission with Austin” Vincent explained as he went on to show me the guy's picture on his phone.

The people they once were lost in the wake of battle, the sky coated in the blood and ashes of the fallen. Elika glanced down at the ancient book in her hands; it was the only recorded history of the days before the war. The real truth of how this life came to pass, a past that Elika longed for with all her heart. Maybe it was foolish of her to dream of such a life, of peace, but it was all she had ever wished for. A time when she could live with the knowledge that her people are safe and happy, when she no longer had to look over her shoulder in fear that when she turned 16 her father would call her to fight in the senseless war. Killing and destroying the citizens of hell along with her br

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.