Gideon The Ninth Ebook Novels & Stories

To put a period at the end of this nine-year sentence. Jason walked out the door at midnight. The calendar flipped to a new day. Exactly fourteen days left until I go home for the arranged marriage. The days passed. When the 18th arrived, I didn't hear from Jason. Instead, I saw a travel vlog on Piper's social media. She flashed a sweet, carefree smile as a tall figure stood reflected in the background. I recognized him instantly. It was Jason.

I smiled faintly and said, "It's fine. If Elara likes it, then let her have it. I had been abandoned so many times, so I couldn't possibly hold expectations of their love anymore—whether it was the Sacred Huntress title, my family's love, or even Caelum. I suddenly felt the injuries on my body begin to ache faintly, but the sensation rapidly escalated into a sharp, tearing pain. I gasped for air as a heavy pressure blocked my chest, and a numbness spread to my fingertips. I looked down at the empty wine glass, and my face suddenly turned pale.

“I’ll dispose of it.” “Let me see it.” “No.” I fought back. “Let me see so I could know why it smells like shit.” “It smells bad that’s why it needs to be disposed of!” I froze the moment her eyes landed on the small note which is now on the floor. It freaking slipped from my hand and now she is about to read it. Gwyneth was quick to grab it before me and flipped it over. Her eyes widened as soon as she read what was written on it before she looks back at me.

He wouldn’t see it coming. I stood, walked over to the desk, and pulled out a worn leather book from the drawer. Opening to a blank page, I picked up my pen and began to write, quietly. It was time to play the game on Oscar’s terms… and win everything back. THIRD PERSON The moment the question left Ghaza’s lips, Gideon’s stomach sank. “The roof, now, huh? You can go check it out yourself. Maybe tear the whole place down.” His voice came out measured, laced with nonchalance, but his fingers itched with panic. He couldn’t let them go up there. Not with Tilda and the kids still crammed into that suffocating crawl space.

The man hung his head low, his fingers buried deep in his hair, carefully considering where I might have gone. As his eyes wandered, they suddenly fell upon the trash can nearby. Those pink fragments looked so familiar that the moment he saw them, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He slowly crouched down, not caring that the cream stains would dirty his sleeves. He picked up the pieces from the trash can bit by bit. Then, he carefully assembled them back together. There were exactly 99 reconciliation vouchers. He remembered five years ago, when he had looked at those vouchers and sincerely promised me, "Cecilia, don't worry. I'll never give you a reason to use them."

When mom asked what we were doing upstairs all day, Pete said we were watching a movie. Lier! I slowly glanced at him before looking away. If dad ever finds out that Pete lied,we would all personally experience the stuff together because Pete was one of the guys that did expose everyone rather than take a punishment alone. Midway into our dinner,mom told us that uncle Gabriel, her younger brother, would come to spend Christmas,few days with us. Pete was so excited that he couldn't finish his food and ran upstairs to do only what he knew. Josh was excited as well…infact, everyone was excited. Uncle G is in the army in the USA and barely traveled to see anyone but whenever he came on one of hi

After Isak's old flame, Julia, came back to town, she made a bet with me: he gets nine chances to choose between us in life-or-death situations. The one he abandons for the ninth time has to walk away. I agreed. The ninth time, a single phone call from Julia was all it took for Isak to leave me on the side of the road again. "Drive! Go!" Isak's voice was sharp, laced with a panic I'd never heard before. I clutched the gunshot wound in my stomach, blood seeping through my fingers, staining my white silk shirt.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she untied the ribbon and unfolded the page. The ink had faded, but every word remained readable. *"Scarlett, If you are reading this, then you have met Gideon. Trust does not come easily to our family, so I won't ask you to trust him because I say so. Instead, listen before you judge. He once saved my life. More importantly, he chose to lose everything rather than betray the truth. If he has survived long enough to place this letter in your hands, then fate has been kinder to him than it was to me."*

I only saw him when he was with Nora. Gideon talked about training, his duties, and about the books he was reading. He gave Nora much more detail about the books than he did his training or any other duties. I guess he thought she’d find the books more interesting. I dutifully kept mental notes on everything they said. Honestly, I was relieved. It was all just mundane, simple things. I couldn’t imagine any way Prince Marcus could do harm with a summary of Prince Gideon’s favorite adventure novel. During the day, I spent my time at Nora’s side. I sat beside her while she read books on court procedure and the proper forms of address for various nobles. I helped her practice various greetings s

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