Gideon Goddard Novels & Stories

After the territories merged, I, of the Gerald Family, became the undisputed Godmother of Eustona’s criminal underworld. I took Xavier and returned to our family’s old fortress in North Atlantis. In the garden, Dad had built a small playground for him, with a carousel and swings. Bit by bit, the smile on Xavier’s face returned. He started going back to school, making new friends, and slowly stepping out from the shadows of his past. However, he never mentioned the word “Papa” again.

I knew everything that went on with the elite. Not anymore, though. After my father was arrested for embezzlement and all our assets seized, I lost all my friends. That meant they weren’t my friends in the first place. “Let’s see, “ I said as I typed his name. However, the search came up empty. There were no listings of a company or any business under his name. I furrowed my eyebrows wondering if what I experienced that morning really happened. The man was wearing Armani and driving a Rolls Royce. He had to have a company somewhere. When I searched the name Markos alone, the search results showed a bunch of people I had never seen before. I gave up and closed my laptop.

I knew that was all she could share—the kid knew nothing more. Before I could delve deeper into my thoughts, there was another knock at the door. This time, another maid entered, looking slightly anxious. “Mrs. Moore, there’s someone here to see you,” she said tentatively. I frowned, confused. “Who?” The maid shifted on her feet. “It’s Mr. Jordan McWood.” “Who?” I asked, unsure where I had heard the name. “Mr. Jordan was the young man from the elite fashion home,” Vivian helped, and I gasped in realization.

“Thank you. For everything you did. For the nights you kept him safe when I couldn’t. We owe you more than words can express.” The old man finally introduced himself, voice steady after years of silence. “My name is Gideon.” The name visibly shocked Eli. His face drained of color as he stared at the stranger in disbelief, stepping back involuntarily. Eli whispered, almost unable to breathe. “Gideon died… twenty-three years ago.”

A jagged, brutal scar ran from his temple down to his jaw—a white, puckered ravine of ruined flesh that marred the perfection I had memorized in the portraits. "G-giddeon..." The name was a sacrilege, a sob caught in my throat. "Giddeon Hudson. You’re... you’re supposed to be dead. The crash... the funeral... I stood at your memorial." He let out a short, dry scoff that sounded like grinding stones. "Giddeon Hudson died in that fire, betrayed by the very blood that was supposed to protect him," he said, the scar on his face twitching. "Maxwell Romanov is the man who crawled out of the wreckage. Giddeon was a fool who loved a faithless wife and a greedy son. Maxwell is the man who waited year

“Alright… maybe… Karl? Rhys? Maddie… do you know them?” Gideon nodded slowly. “Of course I know them. Ashford is one of our best knights. Karl… my most trusted man. And Maddie… she’s running the shop now, after Isabelle Rosewyn passed. She’s been keeping things steady, like always.” The realization hit me like a blow. Gideon remembered everyone—even my mother—but not me. It was as if I had been erased. I tried again, desperate, reaching for the memory that tethered us, words tumbling out before I could filter them. “Gideon… we… we’ve—”

Applause thundered but her heart skipped violently. Something was wrong. Her senses sharpened. She blinked a few times to decipher the feeling. She looked around at the invisible intense aura. Familiar aura! A presence. Familiar yet Dangerous. “And now…” Robert’s tone shifted, reverent. “..not only me but we all are honored to have a special guest today with us. Whose mere presence is valuable. And why not! He is the most powerful and affluent man in the country in today’s time.” Angela’s breath hitched as he paused, “Please welcome, the owner of the GWD corporation and our new business partner, Mr. Gideon Woodbead.”

Allison The policeman eyed Gideon for a moment before requesting, "May I see your ID, sir?" Gideon produced his ID, and the officer examined it before returning it. After checking the computer, the officer stated, "You have no criminal record or offenses, Mr. Gideon." He then shifted his focus to me. "However, this young lady claims she doesn't know you, Mr. Gideon. How do you explain that?" I glared at Gideon, pondering why such a handsome stalker had to have a charming name.

Far from harboring any resentment towards Tanner for stepping in, Gideon grappled with the challenge of reintegrating into the daily rhythms and routines that had evolved without his direct influence. Gratitude tinged Gideon's reflections on Tanner's decision to include Avery in their runs. This initiative, which initially sparked concern, ultimately revealed itself as a bridge, drawing Gideon closer to his daughter in ways he hadn't anticipated. Avery's animated recounting of her adventures with Tanner and her training sessions highlighted a path to connection that Gideon had struggled to envision.

What was Graham doing trying to get close to me like that? ***** I noticed that Gideon was good at talking when he wanted to; he kept talking to Graham, asking him some subtle questions while he tried to investigate my brother. “So you said you were working at Ford Buildings as a construction machine operator? Where exactly is this infrastructure? I’ve never heard of it here,” he asked Graham as we sat at the table.