Gideon Lightwood Novels & Stories

him? He smiled bitterly. Missing out on someone he genuinely liked and who seemed so right was depressing as hell, but he still had to play nice and make his stance clear. "I'm sorry, Mr. Blackwood. I had no idea. Nothing's going to happen between Phoebe and me from now on." Gideon's reply was short and sweet. "Get well soon." Morgan accepted the blessing. Gideon was an enigma impossible to read; he carried an invisible pressure that made people instinctively afraid to cross him.

another man joined. “ Eliot,” Gideon said as he tried not to glare at him. The man who mentioned his daughter looked at me with his narrowed eyes before smelling the air. “ And especially when it is a weak and pathetic human,” he added, smirking at me. “ Careful with your words, Eliot.” “ Your words may be the reason for your fall,” he added. “ You should be careful with your actions, Gideon Westwood the king of the and all werewolves,” the first one said with anger.

It was only through the intervention of the officers around that they were able to get the two men away from each other, and all the while Josh kept screaming, “ fuck you Charlie, fuck you, I'm gonna kill you” “ Order in this court!” The judge commanded, trying to get the noisy crowd to quiet down. When he had achieved that and saw that Josh was being restrained, he then spoke up, “ we have all heard the charges, and now, it is time for my verdict. Mr Lightwood, even though you have been found guilty of all your charges, you still do not show any sign of remorse within you. You killed an innocent young lady over nothing and the implication of that is still yet to dawn on you. You deserve to

"Gideon killed it before I ever reached for the matches. He purged the board like he was cleaning out a closet. He removed the people who built him. He removed Helena. He turned his back on his own blood just to please a girl from Linden Row. He destroyed our power to satisfy her ego. If I cannot have the Moore name and the estate, then nobody will. I would rather see the whole wing in ashes than see that mouse living in it like she belongs there." The detective shakes his head slowly. "You are facing decades in a cell, Ms. Moore. You threw your entire life away for a pile of stones and some old books." "I threw it away for a point," I correct him. I lean back as far as the metal chair allow

“Gideon would never side with you. Not after everything you’ve done to him.” “The problem with Gideon is that despite his strength,” Vincent turned on the saw. “He is exceptionally gullible. He has always been a bit naive, and growing into manhood has not changed that essential part of his nature.” “I refuse to believe you,” I cross my arms and shake my head. I won’t let his poisonous words influence how I see one of my loves. I know Gideon’s soul. “Gideon would never willingly tell you anything.” “Oh, well, that’s the thing,” he grimaces as he puts the bone saw to the pixie’s chest. I look away. As soon as the saw stops he continues. “He doesn’t need to be willing to be useful. Slone!”

Then again, I was never a good person either, bringing death wherever I went, ruining the lives of everyone around me. Even now, I still deny that he's really dead, despite the evidence within me. I fight it, unable to bear the truth, only able to wait for my final demise and an end to everything that causes pain. Today, like any other, the lights come on and the doors open. Gideon walks in alone, pleased as always, perhaps a bit too pleased this time. There are no more needles or food. Why waste food on an offering about to be slaughtered, after all?

“Mostly.” I looked at Ace. “You wanna play good cop, or should I?” He was already moving. “I’ll drag him in. You make him cry.” “That’s romantic.” --- Gideon was thirty, maybe, with a bad haircut and a worse attitude. Blood stained his jeans, and he glared like we’d inconvenienced him by not shooting him outright. “You must be the infamous Brielle,” he said through gritted teeth. “Infamous has a nicer ring than wanted,” I replied sweetly. “Tell me, Gideon, you always volunteer to get shot for your boss?”

Some part of his long hair seemed to be roughly twisted into braid which added to his charm. ‘Focus Soph’ I cautioned my gaze away from how hot he looked “Rina I told you not to leave where I placed you” I said to Rina angrily, while she held on Mr Lightwood’s hand hoping he could save her “I’m so sorry sir, I promise you this has never happened before and this will be th...” “There’s no rule against bringing a child here Miss Wells” Mr Lightwood’s voice came up gently much to my surprise “And quit glaring at her, my hand is the one paying for it” He joked.

I looked out the window and stared at the city lights. “Who took Vyel?” “Knythe did.” “Oh?” “Hmm.” “Crimson.” Tawag niya sa akin. “Hmm?” “I'm sorry about--” “You don't have to be.” Pagpigil ko sa kaniya. I felt his glance so I looked at him and smiled. “You don't have to be. It's okay, Archaios. I'm okay.” He smiled softly and faced the road. “Nag-usap kayo ni Gideon?” He asked.

"If I only knew a son from her would be this dumb then maybe I shouldn't have sex with her—" "Father." Geoffrey warned while his gaze was still on me. "You didn't have to say that," he added. Gerald let out an insulting laugh. "You keep on defending this useless thing, Geoff," he stated, "He's not worth it. When do you plan to work your life out, Dylan? Do you want to be a burden for your whole useless existence?" "We have to give him a chance—" "We've done that for ages—but all he wants to do is to fool around." Geronimo butted in.