Romans & histoires Gideon

Daddy dearest had willingly and comfortably given up his house for gambling money. I wasn't going to give it up too. I pulled open my laptop. "Well, let's get to searching shall we?" I whispered. Gideon. You'd think they gave up their identity when that dude said Gideon untill you find out that they are over 25,000 people named Gideon and over 5,000 people who are named 'Gideon loan' And there was nothing useful on Gideon's biker gang. It was a dead end. But I wasn't giving up that easily.

"I know exactly who you are. The ghost of Saati Town. The little reaper who’s been cutting the throats of Samon Lity’s best men." Timothy’s hand drifted toward the concealed blade in his waistband. "If you’re here to collect a bounty, you’re going to find out I’m a lot harder to kill than Lity’s street muscle." "I'm not here for a bounty," Gideon said. He leaned in, the scent of mint and expensive leather surrounding Timothy. "I'm here for the show." He stood up, his height dwarfing Timothy. He was a wall of muscle, his presencia feral and suffocating. He looked like he could snap a man's spine without breaking a sweat. Timothy’s skin prickled—not with fear, b

Now I cover all mirrors; they freak me out even if I know no one is standing on the otherside. “I’ve let Dutton know to come and check on Julie; it will do him some good to get away from the Pack house for a while.” I hear Gideon just outside of the door. I have just enough time to step back from the newly covered mirror to see Gideon, once again, buck naked; only this time he’s dripping with water and has mud up to his knees. I cross my arms over my chest and glare at his back; he hasn’t realised I’m awake yet and that is giving me time to check out his ass. I didn’t notice before but he has a slight birthmark on his left cheek

They didn’t shout, didn’t warn, just raised their shock rifles. Abigail skidded to a halt. Samuel clenched his fists. And then… silence. The guards stepped aside. A tall figure emerged from the shadows, his voice gravelly but calm. “You don’t run well enough to survive long here.” Abigail’s eyes narrowed. “And you are?” He stepped forward, his face lined with age and scars, eyes sharp as blades. “Iyabo. Some call me a fool. Others call me the last man who remembers freedom.”

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.

He stared, unfocused for a moment before another strained sound slipped out of his mouth and his eyes almost bulged out of their socket, jittering with fear. I smirked at his reaction. Good. Just the expression I wanted. Then I spoke slowly, my voice carrying the weight of a command, heavy with compulsion that could not be resisted. “Who are you?” I demanded. His only good eye darkened with a soft glow, caught in the power of my compulsion and his lips parted. “I am Gideon, a rogue assassin from the dark hive.”

she stated matter of factly then asked if Gavin could hold his grandson. Handing my pup over to my dad I watched his eyes widen along with his smile. “He's a hybrid like his father. What did he name him?” “Ciaran Finn Landers,” I answered and my dad nodded. “It's old Irish. Gideon must be from that area,” he commented and I nodded. We all turned to the door being flung open and watched a bloodied Gideon coming back inside. “He is no longer an issue and will not be antagonizing any of us any longer. Excuse me while I go take a quick shower,” he announced as he strode past us.

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.

he exclaimed in disbelief when he finally recognized the approaching figure. Gideon remarked composedly, "The Crosby family from Oriville in the Wasteland. I hadn't anticipated you to have such a background. At first, I intended to stay out of it because dealing with an ordinary person isn't my concern. I planned to let Caius handle it. "However, the circumstances have evolved beyond what I expected. Since you're not just an ordinary man, I'll take care of this myself." Gideon waved his hand, unleashing a powerful energy that struck the men in black. They screamed in agony, coughed up blood, and collapsed into bloody heaps, thei

OMNISCIENT POV. 3 WEEKS LATER. "You are beating girl and you are happy." Deji's friend Joshua, said to him as he was now playing video game with Christiana. "With his big head." Tiana said standing up and Deji's friends sat next to him. "So Christiana, are you still with that guy?" His other friend, Ope, asked. "Yep." She answered and her phone started ringing speak of the devil. "Hello, where are you?" James asked.