Gideon Lightwood Novels & Stories

Expressing himself after years of keeping mute and letting his dad treat him like he was some second-class citizen made him feel lighter like a huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He turned on the light of the passage and pulled off his shoes before making his way towards the living room. He turned on the lights and had his life shortened by a decade by the sight of a stunning blonde in black sitting on his couch with her legs crossed at the knees calmly sipping his wine like she was the damn owner. " Who are you? " Lucas demanded hotly bringing out his phone from his coat. " I am calling the cops. " " I wouldn't do that if I were you, " Lightning said in a sweet serene voice reve

Closing my eyes, I remember exactly how he looked, as if the image of him has been imprinted in my mind. "I don't know," I mutter honestly. "He had silver eyes, like I've never seen before." Adrian paused. His expression suggests I just told him the most shocking news he's struggling to grasp. "That's Grayson, Lexia," Adrian insists, making my heart sink in my chest. "Grayson, as in the Alpha of Freedom?" I question. That man is the last possibly Alpha I want to have here right now. I would have preferred Noah, Alpha of Harmony to be at this meeting, despite the way it went.

Lara corrected, quite puzzled by the info. Jonas chuckled. “Who hasn’t heard of Demis Agelastos?” “Who indeed?” she mumbled. Demis Agelastos was one of the richest men in the world and in recent years, he had lived like a recluse, encouraging the media to fabricate wildly unlikely stories about him and compare him to the late Howard Hughes. Jonas was studying her closely. “You really didn’t know,” he realized with unhidden astonishment. “But the relationship is widely known. Christophe dropped the Agelastos name and took his mother’s many years ago.”

He just kept on looking at me with an unreadable expression. I studied him and noticed how handsome he was. He had sharp eyes, a hard jawline, lips I wanted to kiss forever, tousled brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes I wanted to get lost in. His body looked hard. I was snapped out of my musing by Wade's voice. "Ahh. Mr. Asher. It's nice to have you around. Please ignore the foolish girl." Mr. Wade said, trying to pacify the man. "Why is she crying?" The man referred to as Asher questioned my boss.

“You always underestimated me, Miguel. Now look where it’s gotten you.” Gideon raised a hand, silencing him. “Enough. We have what we need.” My mind raced. Did they already have the ledger? Or was this another bluff? I couldn’t take the risk. “You’re not walking out of here,” I said, raising my gun. Gideon smirked. “Oh, Miguel. Always so dramatic.” Then, with a swift motion, he pulled something from his pocket—a small, sleek device. He pressed a button, and the vault’s lights flickered before plunging us into darkness.

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.

" That's because Hunter is the name I gave him." I replied and the shocked look on Gideon had me wondering what it was I did wrong. " What? How is that possible? Then that means you are already…?" Gideon seemed to have come to some realisation, a realisation that shocked him and my frown deepened. " I am already what?" I questioned, wondering what Gideon was talking about. " He's a shadow walker,a shadow warrior Maya!" Gideon exclaimed.

The light that erupts from it is the color of deep water in absolute dark, and it carries a pressure that the whole chamber feels simultaneously in their bones. "What have you done?" Morwen breathes. Gideon smiles with the wild, cracked expression of someone who has finally crossed a line they spent thirty years approaching. "Won."

The green lines under the twins' skin were glowing brightly through their clothes, pulsing fast in perfect synchronization with a small, flashing antenna on top of the server. Gideon Ross stepped out from the shadows behind the crate, an elegant umbrella held over his head, a silver pistol tucked carelessly into his pocket. He looked at me and smiled his cruel, sociopathic smile. "You're exactly on time, Mrs. Blackwood," Gideon said smoothly, gesturing toward the folder in my hands. "But it seems your arrogant husband didn't listen to my instructions. My network spotters just picked up his SUV entering the underground garage at Blackwood Tower."

"You’re gonna pull a muscle if you keep trying to growl at us. And I’ve got a bad back, I don’t need the extra stress." My vision swam as I fought to keep my head up. A man stepped into the light of the entryway. He was wearing an expensive leather duster over a mismatched military uniform, a pair of aviator sunglasses perched on his nose, and munching on a neon-pink candy bar. "I am the one and only Gideon," he said, bowing with exaggerated grace.