Gideon Novels & Stories

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

She could only imagine what kind of torture He had stored for them. "What about Jordan?" she asked. "He was only protecting his parents. I don't think he ever wished us harm." "You're still defending him?" He retorted. She cupped his face. "You know it's true, Gideon. He isn't like them. He protected me. He fought Damon beside me. If he were his parents' son in every way, he would've run." Gideon remained silent before answering, "He'll never be eligible for the Gamma position." Angela smiled in relief. At least he would live.

Said Carmen. Jordan was surprised. "My son?" he asked. "Yes Jordan. I need your son to come with me to Aota. The warriors in the palace are not very fit. To tell you the truth, there are not even many warriors at all. There a a few good warriors, but only one best warriors. His name is Gideon. He is the one the entire country depends on for protection." The queen explained. "But Alex is still working for your father." "I know that Jordan. But my father has many fit warriors, who could train other men into becoming fit like them.I need Alex. He is the only warrior I trust for this job. Besides I grew up with him. We were the closest of friends. He will not ref

he smiled sweetly, wincing in pain as he shuffled awkwardly. "Piper's baby?" Quinn spoke and I snapped my attention back to him. Gideon was swinging his legs childishly, now drinking the warmed liquid. The plate sat empty next to him and judging from the pungent smell coming from the jar, the mustard was too. "Uh, yeah," Caden awkwardly scratched his chin. "That one." "Good idea!" Jennifer popped up from her chair, clearly ready to get some alone time. "Gideon," I spoke as I stood and padded over to him. Quinn sent a glare in my direction when the brown haired man put his bowl down to look at me. "Let's go shower." I mumbled, wa

At least the live one's did since most of the bees died after stinging Brady. Zion's eyes were no longer on Brady, they were settled on the principal's figure at the door, his jaw set and his demeanor rigid. There was something odd about this entire situation, but I couldn't put a finger on it. All I knew was that by the look on Zion's face, he had something to do with this little stunt on Brady.

He nodded and then cupped his arms so she slid an arm in it as they walked towards elevator. “Are you enjoying the movie?” “Well, I could barely understand the language ma’am.” “We call it pidgin and please call me Harmony.” “I apologise Harmony but I really don’t understand this whole pidgin language.” “You may not understand. The movie is called Altar Ego. Do you believe in inner demon Ichabod?” Just as she asked that, he stopped walked and then faced her. “Inner demon?” “Yea.” “Well, do I believe in it?” He asked himself as he felt Odin snarled while he and Harmony walked into the elevator, “I think I do believe in it more than most people do.” He said finally before the door of the eleva

I leaned to whisper to Wade, "Gideon was coming over." Wade nodded and said, "Go and receive him. I doubt shy Damien can handle him." I stood up, excused myself, and walked to the entrance. I found Gideon staring at Damien in awe. Damien on the other hand had taken a step back and looked away shyly. "Gideon, you are here," I announced purposely to snap him out of the trance. He looked at me and asked, "This is?" while his hand gestured at Damien. "This is Damien. He is Wade's personal assistant," I informed him.

I'll give that to him. “Who are you and what do you want from us?" He demanded authoritatively. I bowed my head respectfully. “My name is Gwen, I'm from Dycan and I have come in search of my mate Derrick.” “He was taken by your people.” I explained. The entire court was silent, not even a pin drop could be heard. The young king was quiet for way too long. I wondered what the problem was. Why were they not talking to me? I asked myself.

Trinidad's pregnant wife's screams grew louder as a few people struggled to hold her back. "You okay?" Jack asked, looking very concerned. Gio glanced at him for a moment, nodding, but his eyes went back to the stretcher now being rushed out of the stadium. "He's not responding," he heard himself say. "He'll be okay," Abel said, placing his hand on Gio's shoulder. "He just went down pretty hard." Trinidad was pronounced dead before he ever reached the hospital. Dead at only twenty-two—and Gio had killed him. ~*~

I don’t know who this person is, but he or she is pissing me off. Thankfully it is Friday, and I can be home for the next two days. I talked with Doug the day after our meeting and asked about a guard for Everly. He thought that was a good idea. He told me that he had the perfect guy and would call me back after talking with him. I am guessing that if this is one of his friends or a guy who works for him, he knows Everly and will agree without hesitation. The guy that Doug sent started yesterday. His name is Giovanni, or Gio for short. He and Everly seem to get along ok so far. I was concerned, considering he is only 25, but Doug told me that there is no one he trusts more than Gio.