Gideon By Nicole Riddley Pdf Novels & Stories

I needed to do something to stop it. With shaky limbs, I lifted the sheets on my sides and placed them on my bleeding arm, watching as they became drenched with the thick, crimson fluid. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough. Nothing was enough. I closed my eyes, tired of fighting a losing war. ‘Gideon is alive.’ It was the first time that when I closed my eyes, I prayed that they would open again. “…what I said?” ***

He lowers me onto the chair like I’m made of glass, like if he moves too fast I’ll fracture along invisible fault lines. Ruby lets out a breath that sounds like it’s been trapped in her lungs for years. “Well,” she says shakily, “I officially hate polite villains.” Gideon sinks into the opposite chair, hands trembling as he presses his palms together. “That was not negotiation,” he murmurs. “That was reconnaissance.” Milo hasn’t moved. He’s staring at the door, eyes too old for his face. “They’ll come louder now,” he says. I close my eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat "What the fuck are you talking about?" "I truly don't have time for this, Lia. I won't do anything to you. Just tell me where you kept the papers. Once you've given your statement to the police, I'll send you out of the country. You can go wherever you want." "I don't understand what you're saying. Can you please say something that makes sense? How can you say I'm dead when I'm right here, Gideon?" "You've always wanted to travel. This is your chance. In a few weeks, your leg will heal and you can go back to your old self. I promise everything will be alright. All you have to do is listen to me"

My parents never expected Gideon to turn on them so suddenly. They rushed forward in a panic. "Gideon! It's just a bowl of porridge, no need for violence!" Gideon sneered. "Just a bowl of porridge? Easy for you to say when the three of you deadweights sit at home doing nothing while I hunt." Then his eyes snapped back to Celie. "Lick that porridge clean out of the trash." Terrified by his gaze, Celie shivered uncontrollably, yet still tried to resist.

“Please forgive me.” “Why did Gideon break your ankle?” I frowned. Gideon had been an asshole, but I really hadn’t known much about him other than that he’d killed Merrick’s parents and attacked me. Nell’s face reddened. “I, uh, turned him down. He wanted to…you know.” She fidgeted uncomfortably, gesturing to all of herself, and I nodded. He’d wanted to fuck her, and she said no. So he’d broken her ankle. He was more than an asshole—he was living garbage.

This kid has had to witness more violence and deal with more stress than most people 10 times his age could manage. We didn't need Patrick to say anything out loud for us to get the message loud and clear. Poor Rafe neither needs nor deserves to be in the same room as I learn what Gideon means when he says I am "who I was made to be." My three lovers and I all move our conversation to a nearby small bedroom with an attached bathroom. With the door closed, as long as nobody screams, we should have enough privacy for Gideon to say whatever he needs to say to me, and everyone else

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.

I swallowed nervously and nodded my head. Elder Luke stood up and walked behind me, laying a book down beside me that surprisingly seemed to consist of information on Goddess marks. It was far more detailed than any of the books I'd vaguely seen on the subject in the past. Knowing he would require to see my back today, I had purposely worn a dress with a back zipper. He waited patiently as I brushed my hair to the side, unzipping the back of the dress just enough for him to see but not enough for me to feel completely exposed. I was thankful that he allowed me to keep my dignity while I did everything and didn't handle me more than was necessary.

THE PIT OF BONES Keller’s life drained across the cavern floor. His final wet choking sounds faded away. Anne had cut deep. It didn’t take long. She waited for the peace to wash through her now that this man, the one who had made it his life’s mission to ruin her husband’s life, who had tried to kill Ruben and her, died at last. The peace didn’t come, but silence did. She stood and looked over the blood-tipped bone in her hand. She tossed it aside. Looking up, she saw a point of light.

Marissa said, her voice filled with both relief and urgency. I reached for the book, my fingers trembling as I flipped through its pages. The ledger was filled with names, dates, and transactions—evidence that could destroy Gideon and everything he’d built. “We have to get this to Miguel,” I said, my resolve strengthening. But as we turned to leave, the sound of footsteps froze us in our tracks. My heart sank as Gideon’s voice rang out, cold and commanding. “You’re too late,” he said, stepping into the room. “The game is already over.”