Gideon Oji Novels & Stories

Liam furrowed his brows as he watched the jeep screech to a halt, and then an officer dressed in a uniform stepped out. The officer saluted Liam in greeting before introducing himself, "Sir, my name is Gideon Sachs, and I am a lieutenant general serving the Northern Biskeland War Zone. I am here before you on orders of the commander-in-chief himself. He seeks an audience with you at the headquarters for matters that require your attention!" Liam frowned at this. "Cisco wishes to see me?" Gideon nodded, then gestured behind him towards the jeep in invitation. Liam glanced at him, then got in.

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.

Quinn. “This is the Jewel of Giordano’s Telecommunication company Sir. I can assure you that with this, the world will see us as different.” I stared at the holographic projection, the sleek new model of our communication device hovering in mid-air. It was the culmination of months of work, the jewel of Giordano Telecommunications’ upcoming launch. The board members around the table leaned forward, expressions eager as they waited for my approval of the presentation. “Mr Giordano, the integration of the new encryption algorithms with the AI-driven interface is exceptional,” remarked Sergio, one of the senior engineers. His eyes gleamed with the fervour of a man who saw dollar signs in every

He zoomed in on the satellite imagery. "There." A convoy moved through the forest. Another waited beside an abandoned sawmill. He picked up the radio. "Observation Team Seven." A voice replied instantly. "Go ahead." "Maintain distance." "No engagement." "I only want eyes." "Understood." The driver smiled. "You trust those boys." The man returned the smile. "They're not boys." "They're the reason Obadiah is still alive." His name was... Ezekiel Oloo. For nearly three decades, he had built a quiet intelligence network stretching across counties, businesses, transport companies and former security officers.

He gave me a quizzical stare. I told him about opening a restaurant and he liked the idea. He said he was going to come up with a plan to convince Mr. Kevin. We watched silently as a group played a game. It was funny but interesting. After the game, a girl was called upon to present a karaoke. I was spellbound by the song. "Who is she?" I asked Jide. "She is Ajoke. From the Yoruba tribe of Nigeria," he said. I smiled at her, "I love the song."

His hair was longer, his hand a little rougher than before… But he looked more of a warrior now than a businessman. "Is that… a bad thing?" Gideon asked, his thick eyebrow shot up at me. "No." I smiled at him. "You're still the same Gideon I fell in love with. You just looked a lot hotter now." I pursed my lips. "What have you done in the past six months? Amelia said you've been to different parts of Africa." "I've joined missionary groups in Africa. We've done different projects in some countries there." He smiled. "We've provided the poorest communities with electricity, clean water, and taught them how to do farming."

That conversation would come in its own time. The reaction I hadn't expected was Gideon. He was one of the oldest active warriors in the pack, scarred in the specific way of someone who had earned every mark, with a reputation for being impossible to impress and even more impossible to move once he'd formed an opinion. He had never once, in my memory, acknowledged me as anything other than the Beta's inconvenient Omega daughter. He had not been unkind. He had simply not seen me as relevant. He was standing near the training yard gate when I came around the corner of the main building. He looked at me, and I looked at him, and I was fully prepared to walk past without incident.

"My car or yours?" Otto never turned around. His reply came from over his shoulder. "We'll drive separately. See you there." Gideon stood there for a moment, absorbing the distance in those words. The elevator doors opened. Otto walked out with the same unhurried, upright stride the military had drilled into him and never managed to take away. Gideon had spent three years overseas studying business management. Around the same time, Otto had enlisted. By the time Gideon returned home, Otto had already completed his service.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Davis's POV “Gideon had confirmed being asked to do some task relating to the kidnapping of a child but was immediately asked to drop the job” Vincent explained as we walked out of the room. “What's that? Who's Gideon?” I raised a brow as I walked out of the room, leaving the fucking doctor to cough his lungs out. “A leader of a small gang in Westfield. He is one of the men sent last time for the mission with Austin” Vincent explained as he went on to show me the guy's picture on his phone.