Gideon Brodess Novels & Stories

"I'm not lying, Vesarius. I saw your wife at the entrance." Irritation filled Nexus' voice as he repeated his statement for the third time. Gideon grabbed Nexus' collar. "I'll kick your ass if you're messing with me, Almeradez." "And I'll kick your ass if I can prove to you that I saw her." He released Nexus' collar and took big steps as he left his office. Cleo stood up when he saw him because Carlos Vesarius, Gideon’s father, instructed him not to leave the office until he finished reading and signing the pile of files on his desk.

And I can't leave his stupid ass alone, "But... can you make one for my cousin? He also doesn't have one. He's the one who helped me come here undocumented because he did it too." Elio thinks that is weird and I can see it written all over his face, but he chooses not to ask questions and I appreciate that. "Okay, seems like we have that settled," Gideon says with a smile, then he pulls out a bottle of expensive ass whiskey and I have to stay here, drinking with these two men who are going to make me a millionaire soon. I should be enjoying this way more but I can't because I'm worried about Brody and Eros hanging out. I'm scared about my stupid cousin blabbering way too much, saying suspici

"You’re gonna pull a muscle if you keep trying to growl at us. And I’ve got a bad back, I don’t need the extra stress." My vision swam as I fought to keep my head up. A man stepped into the light of the entryway. He was wearing an expensive leather duster over a mismatched military uniform, a pair of aviator sunglasses perched on his nose, and munching on a neon-pink candy bar. "I am the one and only Gideon," he said, bowing with exaggerated grace.

He did not look happy at the idea of being forced to sit here. The man to the left of Argus was an older man, about 60 and he had a few strands of pure white in his brown hair. He had old, wise looking dark eyes and according to Alpha Reed, he was one of the men who had thrown their breeder to the side when they got 'too old' to breed. He looked old and sullen.

Elena is three thousand kilometers north in Ikoyi, watching the same feeds we are, finger hovering over the dead-man switch that would slag the vault if my heartbeat flatlines. Gideon Voss arrives exactly on time. He doesn’t scan the room. Doesn’t check corners. Just walks straight to the reserved table in the far corner—back to the glass, face to the entrance. Charcoal suit, white shirt open at the collar, no tie. Mid-thirties. Clean-shaven. Hair black and parted precisely in the middle. No visible tattoos, no jewelry, no telltale bulges under the jacket that scream gun. He could be a venture capitalist closing a Series C. He could be a man who’s already decided how many people die tonight.

I said, and she frowned, trying to process what I was saying. “Alvize, Ezra’s brother, was being serious?” She asked and I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “Ianos named him Konstantin. He has asked me to inform you to be a little patient, we will find a way to get you out of here. But things are a bit too messy right now.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Letting her out of here would only lead to her death for Ian’s freedom, and the last thing I needed or wanted was to have a prick like him living freely. He can live within the borders of the cemetery with my sister visiting him when she desires, or more specifically, when he calls her. I knew that she was crazy, but I doubted

Gideon’s bright blue eyes beamed at me the second he saw me. “What’s up?” I asked him Gideon shrugged and stared at the endless forest before our eyes. He looked so peaceful in this state. “Is it okay if Izaac brings you food from now on?” “Why?” I asked, my heart was beating so fast. “I won’t be able to assist you because Ambrose gave me an order to buy some things in Romsbohr.” He explained, frowning as if he’s really devastated by the news. A chuckle escaped my parted lips. “It’s fine. But how long will you be away?”

That's too long isn't it? Maybe I'll just drop the Hernandez. I want also to add the surname of Blakey so It will be Bradford Rosen-Hower? Or maybe I can just use the initials? Ella Rose B. Rosen-Hower? Yup. That sound much better. I hope Blake agrees be- "Love It is not the time." I look down and see Gideon still kneeling on one leg in front of me. I look at him questionably. Gideon is staring at my hand.

“I’m here because her mother asked me to make sure she survived long enough to choose her own path.” That sentence lands differently. I step slightly around Darius—not rejecting him, just needing to see. “Who are you?” I ask. The man bows his head slightly. “My name is Gideon Arkwright.” A ripple moves through the people behind me. Even Selene stiffens. Elder Rowan’s expression tightens with recognition. Cassian goes silent in a way I haven’t seen before. Gideon continues gently. “I was a strategist within the Blackwood inner circle… many years ago.”

"I want you to meet our new Beta, Gideon. He's going to help run some training drills today." I extended my hand to the new Beta, smiling, "It's nice to meet you, Beta Gideon." I said, and I meant it. Beta Gideon was nowhere as tall as Alpha Rhodes, but he was thick and stocky and clearly strong. He held a commanding presence, but his wide smile was reassuring and trustworthy. He had deep, espresso coloured skin and rich brown eyes, and his face was lined with age and laughter. I warmed to him immediately, grateful that not all of the new Alpha's pack was as frightening in stature as Jonas.