Gideon Novelas e Histórias

She turned towards Gideon, crossing her jeans cladded legs on the wooden bench, “Tell me what happened.” Gideon hesitated but then told her everything. As they talked under the darkening sky, her demons went silent. All she could focus on was the man in front of her, telling her how a girl from his school had told him that she was seven weeks pregnant with his kid. Gideon was the heir to Pierce Empire. His father was the one holding the reigns now but one day, it would be him. He, too, lived in New York like Aria but he lived on the luxurious side.

[Gideon] 0 I hear someone behind me and I’m afraid to turn around. I’m not sure I can face anyone after what I’ve done. 0

At this point, she did not think he was joining them. “Just now,” Caleb replied casually. “I’m coming along for the party.” Her brow arched slightly. “You know someone there?” Caleb nodded. “Gideon. He is my friend.” Damien offered some context. “Gideon is the birthday boy. He is Ronan’s nephew and his sister Giovanni’s son. Gia recently moved to New York because Gideon’s father was relocated here for work. Since Gideon isn’t used to being away from his dad, Gia decides to stay in New York for a while. Caleb and Gideon are the same ag

Laura “The pleasure is all mine, ma'am,” Gideon said, "Goodness, it feels like I’m looking at a slightly older version of Laura. I'm sure you would love to have me as your son-in-law, ma'am, because unlike him, I have always been faithful and in love with your daughter. And just to highlight, I never exchanged her with a psychotic ex-girlfriend who spent her life making her miserable and almost killed her several times.” His every word was an insult to Jason.

he asked "I want them to feel the pain am feeling, am I being too much" "No," he said leaning closer. "What do you say I help you out with your revenge plan" I stared at him in surprise "You want to help me out, why? You barely know me and we just met" I said Gideon chuckled softly, his gaze unwavering. "Sometimes it's easier to confess to a stranger. I may not know the details of your pain, but I can see the fire within you. And I believe that everyone deserves a chance to right the wrongs done to them"

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

"Treason never breaks down the front door with a weapon because it prefers to walk right past the guards dressed as a polite gift," Gideon stated while staring at the flickering digital monitor in his hand. He stepped out of the kitchen and stalked toward the sprawling living area with lethal focus burning in his slate gray eyes. Maren followed close behind him while her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

"I'm a healer. Not a prisoner of war." "You are a rogue caught trespassing on the King's private sanctuary with a sack of contraband silver blockers," Gideon replied, his voice a smooth, terrifyingly calm baritone. "Right now, you are whatever we say you are. Strip. Or my guards will rip the clothes from your spine."

He pulled back his hood with his off-hand, exposing a silver-haired, scar-pitted face I recognized instantly. Gideon. Lord Aethelgard’s chief enforcer—and the silent shadow who had executed the family's dirtiest tasks for over two decades. "Darius was just the idiot who took the fall, Creighton," Gideon rasped, his cold grey eyes fixed on me without a flicker of doubt. "He thought he was running the show at Apex. He thought he was playing grandmaster, using Saint Mary’s Clinic to bleed Cross Global dry. But he was just taking orders from my employer."

“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.”