Gideon Brodess Novels & Stories

the Western captain boomed, his voice shattering the narrow room like a sledgehammer. Gideon—that was the name stitched across his heavy Western State duffel bag sitting on the metal bench... Gideon #88—didn't back down an inch. He shifted his broad, massive frame, stepping fully in front of me... shielding my trembling, bruised body with his broad shoulders. “Who the fuck asked you, rookie?” Theo growled, his eyes narrowing into deadly, arrogant slits as he finally acknowledged Gideon. “I’m telling you to shut your fucking mouth before I break your jaw,” Gideon rasped, his hand clamping down brutal and hard on my hip... his heavy thumb digging straight through my shorts into my bare skin.

I let out a heavy sigh trying to think of an alternative way he could help. " Do you still know any of the board of directors?" " Well yes, I guess I know a few of them." He looked up trying to think of who he could remember. " Gideon! I think Gideon is still there.You remember Gideon eh? He was a loyalist to your father." " Yes I remember Gideon." I smiled as I remembered how Gideon had held my hands while I cried my eyes out at my parents funeral. He had helped ran the company when I went away for school.

I had no choice but to do this job so I just did my daily routine and did as was told and cookd what Brian loved. I walked with a tray in my hands of a chicken salad I had made with a glass of lemonade since it was kinda hot outside today and I knew Brian must be a bit warm in his room. So I wanted to make him something cool and refreshing to drink and eat. I took a deep breath in before knocking and then coming in but no guards or nursers were with me this time. I guess they all got tired of this bull shit as I was. I came in to find Brian sitting on his bed smiling at me.

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.

"Do you really think he would risk a fallout with me just over an inspection of your hospital? Impossible. Don't worry. I'll take care of it." Graham smirked devilishly. … Meanwhile, after Caius listened to Brody's report of what happened, he felt a headache coming on. He hadn't expected Aubrey to be involved in this mess. Left with no choice, he escalated the matter to Keith, who was still studying in Drammore. When Keith heard the situation, his tone turned serious. "Do you have any idea what Gideon did in Drammore a few days ago?" "Gideon went to Drammore? What for?" Caius was completely baffled.

But it didn't freak him out the way it had the day before. There were whispers in town, started by who knows who, but those whispers were heating up fast. It seemed like no sooner had the furor over the divorce died down than there was new news. Of course, there had been other entrees on the gossip menu the last few months, but nothing as juicy as this new little tidbit. "He's Clancy's grandson; came up after poor dear Ethel's funeral rest her soul." "I hear he's loaded." "How loaded can he be, Theo? The boy rides one of those death traps and got tattoos up one side and down the other. I don't think they hire that type in any respectable company."

His entire life before the Garden – his parents, his sister, his hooker ex-girlfriend, his pimp and drug-dealer days – had been firmly forgotten when the Master called him to serve at his side. “There’s a police officer named Briley Cross that I need you to go visit,” Gideon said. “She has full access to the traffic cam footage, and I need you to get copies of it for me. I want to see all traffic going in and out of town for the past two days and nights.” “Master?” “You have a question?” “Yes, Master.” “Go on.” “You don’t want traffic video of the bus that Servant Iris took out of town?” “No. Guardians Aaron and Ezekiel will get the video from our contact at the bus station, just to see if I

"Can I send someone else to present the array at the tower, High Alpha? Gideon is one of the co-creators of the software. He knows every single line of the spell-craft as intimately as I do." Gideon Frostclaw blinks in surprise, but before he can speak, I reach beneath the table and squeeze Rowan’s cold hand tightly. My dark skin contrasts against his pale knuckles. I know what this project means to him; it is his ticket out of the dust and blood of our past.

Dad looked at me puzzled. "Are you not the Ceo anymore?" He added. My heart thumps faster when I recall the name, Gideon. It's about the cosmetics he wants to enter here, and proposing that we work with them to collab with our cosmetic products. Gideon proposed hypoallergenic products and is cruelty-free. I pick up my glass of water and sip to quench my throat starting to dry up agitated.

Elder Gideon, the elder seated next to the Elder Jared looked at me curiously, his bald head glistening with sweat and oils. Then he spoke, his tone as lazy and relaxed as he seemed. "I am interested in hearing what she has to say."He said to Elder Jared that seemed shocked at the fact that the bald elder wanted to hear what I had to say at all. Elder Gideon. Imet my gaze, his eyes full of brutal honesty. "Speak, Surrogate Astrid but beware that if you tell any lies your life is forfeit." Elder Jared seemed… unsatisfied with the bald elder's desicion but he didn't try me from speaking. The third elder, Elder Elias with his almost a foot long black hair, watched everything looking seemingly u