Gideon Goddard Novels & Stories

Gideon instructed her. "Yes Sir. " Judy replied and went out. An hour later, Judy was back in Gideon's office with a paper containing the list of contacts of bar owners and wine sellers in New york. "I've compiled a list sir. " she said presenting the paper to Gideon. "First on our list is FREDDY'S " Gideon said bringing out his mobile phone from the drawer. He dailed their official contact number and got a negative response. "They are out of Roaming dog. " he told Judy and immediately dailed the next contact on the list.

Nathan said, running his finger over my stomach as he wrapped his arm around me, drawing different patterns. “And Carter?” I asked, taking another bite of the sandwich. “This would be his test, if he’s loyal, then no one would know that Donatello is working with us; however, if he’s not, I’ll know how to deal with him for his treason and lies” Nathan said, his tone hardening a bit. I looked up at him, putting a hand on his, running my finger over his knuckle. I still didn’t believe that it was Carter who was betraying Nathan, both have known one another for as long as they could remember, they practically grew up together; therefore, I hoped and prayed that my husband wouldn’t be betrayed li

The door swung open to reveal a short boy with a big grin. Caleb stepped forward, holding out a small gift bag. “Happy birthday, buddy!” Gideon grinned back. “Can you believe it? I’m thirteen! My teenage years officially start today!” He then turned to Adeline, squinting up at her as if trying to confirm her identity. “You are Adeline, right?” Adeline smiled. “Nope, not me.” Gideon huffed, crossing his arms. “Come on. You’re the only one here who is fat. That has to be you.”

He sounded very unimpressed and, as usual, bored, "Mr. Minnette had showed me his designs today for one of his clients." I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, feeling frown lines etch themselves onto my forehead, "I'm sorry but I'm not sure I know who you're speaking of." He sighed in what sounded liked deep frustration, voice turning deeper as he said, "Jaxon Minnette, ring any bells?" Face palming myself due to my stupidity, I quickly said, "Oh, what about his designs?" "He had mentioned that you had helped him with it," Gunnar mused in what sounded like disbelief.

“Is he the wielder you had mentioned back in Saltsburry?” Gideon let out a sigh before responding, “Unfortunately, he is. I don’t think he’ll be much use, Ida. He has small moments of lucidity but mostly mumbles stuff that makes no sense to anyone. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was alive when your great-grandfather ruled over Airedah. He’s ancient, to say the least,” he said, rolling his eyes for emphasis.

Oh, now Eland understood it immediately. Jody Gardner clearly disliked his saviour god. That much was very clear when he saw the look of dislike in Jody Gardner's eyes when they discussed about Bill Jody Gardner looked like he did not try to hide it at all, he just show it without any doubts. "He's great. And, that greatness sometimes doesn't depend on whether or not one has been in the field for a long time. I'm sure you would agree with that, General Gardner," Eland said, adding a friendly smile to the end of his sentence.

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 greeted back, my voice just as cold as his, “To what do I owe the honour?” Gideon Trace, my father's most loyal assistant. I had known him ever since I came of age. A very ruthless man who did whatever my father asked him to do. He had a very dark past, and that was exactly why my father wanted Gideon to work for him. The son of a gambler and a prostitute who had both left him to fend for himself. Gideon grew up following gangs and doing their biddings, until he slowly rose to become a very famous gang leader himself.

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”