Gideon Crew Books In Order Novels & Stories

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

"Sorry to interrupt. You need to hear this now." Riven straightened immediately, every line of him going alert, the book on the desk forgotten between us. "What is it?" "Gideon," the scout said. "Caden's Gamma. He's crossed into our territory again." He paused, catching his breath, one hand braced against the doorframe. "Alone. Same as before."

Gideon stands up so fast from his carved stone chair that it topples backward, crashing loudly against the altar steps. The gathered noble wolves erupt into utter shock. Gali never explicitly named Gideon as the mastermind behind Lionel's death, but with the evidence laid out on the ancestral stone, the sharp-minded wolves of Blackmoor Crescent Keep have already pieced together the entire bloody puzzle. Gideon had sacrificed his own dishonorable nephew to frame Gali, clear his internal rivals, and stir the pack into a civil war! Gali slowly rises from his chair, reverting back to his terrifying, unyielding Alpha aura as he looks down at the trembling old male.

Chapter 7 Harper The coffee in my hand had gone cold somewhere between Drake explaining that Dominic was in a medically induced coma and him telling me that the Council was already drafting language to classify Marcus's attack as "evidence of demonic contamination spreading through Midnight Moon's leadership structure." I hadn't drunk it since.

"Gideon was the son of the Alpha and Luna of the no longer existing North Hound pack. His parents died in a deadly war with another pack. Almost every single pack member lost their lives, as far as I remember; only Gideon and five others survived. Because my father was very close friends with the Alpha of the North Hound pack; he took Gideon in and raised him. Gideon and I practically grew up as brothers and I recall being really grateful to have him around as a child. That gratefulness didn't last though because Gideon was also an Alpha wolf and as we matured; he began to want things. He got so ambitious that he actually wanted my father to choose him as the next Alpha despite the fact he k

The Fall of the leader :) So, yes, there is a book three coming, I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN as I will now be working on book 3 of the Kinky CEO series :) Keeps your eyes peeled for: The Rise Of The New Biker Queen: The Outlaw Chronicles: Book Three.

“What do you mean, the others are with her? You said Gretal?” “Gretal, Iris, Darcie, Keeley…” He broke off, running a hand through his hair. “Gypsy, they are having some girly time. Don’t worry, they are safe. Gio has someone watching The Otter.” Frowning, I felt my eyebrows slam down. They were at The Drunken Otter? A few girly days I could believe, but why had they left in the middle of the night? Why the secrecy? It was clear that something was going on. If his words hadn’t made me suspicious, then his face sure as hell did. For a hired and feared killer, The Judge had absolutely no poker face.

Dear Readers, It's been a long journey, eight years in the making ( since long before I brought Knowing Jude to Goodnovel). What was supposed to be a single teen fiction book turned into a trilogy that followed our characters into adulthood. I'm so grateful that you've stuck with Jo and Jude to the end. I'm deeply sorry to those of you who've read this story along with me while I wrote it. At times, I subjected you to long waits for updates. I'm even more grateful that despite that, you kept coming back.

I didn't jump or look up. "I'm fine," I said, even though I wasn't sure if it was true. The person on the other side didn't push. They left me alone. I looked back down at the papers. One document kept calling to me. It was a secret log from twelve years ago. I’d seen it before and ignored it, but now I read it word for word. The names were in code and the locations were blurry, but one thing was crystal clear: Gideon had been looking for help long before Black Tide made their final move. He didn't go to the police. He didn't go to friends. He went to someone who lived outside the law.

NEW YORK CITY: Gideon sat in the conference hall alongside Judy. He was expecting Stephen Wales and his legal team. He had a deal to strike that morning. Judy had earlier drafted a document containing a proposal and the contract rights which was signed by Gideon. If the contract works, Wales will be supplying whiskey to Gideon’s bar and Wales whiskey will place Gideon’s business in a high place because the brand is popular and associated with the rich and classy in New York. Gideon was tensed and Judy could sense it. She knew how important the contract is to him and she prays it clicks so they’ll get to celebrate and she will love to see Gideon happy. She was tensed too. "Everything will be