Gideon Ouat Novels & Stories

He had feminine vibe and he was elegant. “Hi Antoine” Gideon smiled cheerfully, Antoine glanced at me and smiled stepping closer to me. “You are the woman who had the entire internet talking, You are so gorgeous. No wonder Gideon had been with you for months without steering the other way” he gushed, his french accent slipping. Internet? Rylee told me that Gideon went out with a woman and someone took a picture of them and they had to release a statement that he is in a relationship. So everyone will think that I am that woman.

He is wearing a blue suit and black suit dress pants with clean black shoes Dadi coughs. The guy stops drinking and pays attention to him. “Dadi se ke ou? Kijan li pral ye? Mwen pa t 'konnen ou te envite nan Owanbe la (Dadi is that you? How is it going? I didn’t know you were invited to the Owanbe).” He said in a language I haven’t heard before. “Who is this and why did you drag me here?” I asks. “My name is Ahti. I am a proud Haitian, who speaks the best Haitian Creole out of anyone from Virginia. Also I love to drink.” He said, gulping more of the alcohol he was drinking.

He fucking left her in the fucking freaking alter on their wedding day! Meanwhile, Otani on the other hand was getting bored since Diana left so, he decided to take a stroll, behind him was Oman. Oman, his personal assistant always follows him anywhere he goes....to ensure he is protected. He swore allegiance to his father, Jason, mega Island god of War to protect his son. He was in his late 60's but still agile enough to perfect his role as the god of war of mega Island. Same mega Island that is alluring sterling city for war. Otani didn't know of the possible war that would break out.

I could feel the Anticipation hang heavy in the air. At the fore front, I could see a raised platform, with a single spotlight shining down. The auctioneer was already positioned. He was a tall figure in a black suit, standing on the podium, surveying the room with confidence. I knew him, someone with that height and aura could only be Vegas Rhodes of the Gambino family. The room was littered with wild laughter's and guffaws, a convergence of different families and personalities who hadn't had the opportunity to be in a single room together. “Keep an eye out for Lil Joe” I whispered in the ears of Gina, holding on to her hands for no reason at all.

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.

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

Ejo yin ko- its not you guys fault/ it's not your fault (for elders) Oda nigbayen- it's alright then A ma jade lo ra nkan ta ma need- We'll go out and get what we need.

A loud bang snapped him out of the stare and we both looked to the side where Gideon had managed to knock a large tub of oats onto the ground. Quinn stared at him curiously, sniffing the air. I hated the way he was looking at Gideon and taking in his scent. This was exactly why I didn't even want to come this weekend. The large tattooed man stalked over to Gideon, bending down so they were at the same height as my mate was trying to clean his mess. He turned his head to the side slightly like a dog trying to understand," Otto." Gideon's head snapped to the side to meet his gaze.

Amara’s POV Abuja is breathing heavy tonight—humid air thick with diesel and grilled meat from the night markets, generators coughing in the distance like old men refusing to die. The target’s name is Victor Okoye—forty-eight, former banker turned shadow financier for half the Clean Slate’s operations in West Africa. Gideon’s money man in the capital. He handles the crypto wallets, the shell companies, the bribes that keep the machine oiled. If we cut him, we cut the blood supply.

Applause thundered but her heart skipped violently. Something was wrong. Her senses sharpened. She blinked a few times to decipher the feeling. She looked around at the invisible intense aura. Familiar aura! A presence. Familiar yet Dangerous. “And now…” Robert’s tone shifted, reverent. “..not only me but we all are honored to have a special guest today with us. Whose mere presence is valuable. And why not! He is the most powerful and affluent man in the country in today’s time.” Angela’s breath hitched as he paused, “Please welcome, the owner of the GWD corporation and our new business partner, Mr. Gideon Woodbead.”