Gideon The Ninth Kindle Novels & Stories

I sat down and tapped the keys, my fingers moving by instinct. A notification was blinking on the main screen. No sender, no subject, just a video file. I clicked it. The screen flickered, then cleared. It was a small, concrete room with no windows, just a single chair bolted to the floor. And in that chair was Gideon. My breath hitched. He looked terrible. His face was a map of purple and yellow bruises. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and his hands were cuffed behind his back. But his other eye, the one that was open… was sharp. He wasn't broken. Not yet.

Hands still visible. “You could have killed me,” he says. “I still can,” I reply. He nods—once. Walks to the door. Pauses. “Gideon won’t stop,” he says—quiet. “He’s not like the old ones. He doesn’t want power. He wants perfection. And he’ll burn everything to get it.” Then he’s gone—footsteps fading down the stairwell. We don’t chase him. We take the laptop. Wipe the house for prints. Leave through the garden the same way we came.

"Tatawag panigurado ang tiyuhin mo." Natigilan si Jin. Tinignan ako... Saka itinaas ang hawak na picture frame. @DeathWish Chapter # 19 Black Mage KIARA Akala ko kung ano na ang gustong ipakita sa akin ni Jin. Masaya akong napalapit sa kanya ng bigla niyang itinaas ang picture frame na pinakita sa akin. Sabi ko nga may kataasan itong si Jin. Hangang kilikili lang niya ako.

"Oh Alex. Where is Gideon now?" "He is in Aota working as their warrior still. But he is also spying for me. I threw a bag Carmen and I made as children inside the water, because Incase the men I thought of helping would try to cause harm to Gideon and I." "What kind of bag?" "A quilted, silky textured handbag,with yellow and pink thread decoration on it." "Did the back have a book inside?" "Yes it did." "David found the bag. He came with it from work."

The old woman's words hung in the air long after she said them. "The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned." Nobody moved. Not Kai, Not Draven, Not even the servant. The whole courtyard had turned to stone around me, and I stood in the middle of it, shaking, with no idea why a stranger kneeling on cold marble made me feel like the ground had opened under my feet. Ninth life?? What did that even mean? I looked at Kai. His jaw was tight enough to crack. I looked at Draven. For the first time since I'd met him, he wasn't smiling.

I call Gideon and I ask him "How can an organ can help me ease the pain of my cramps? You mean the music will decrese the pain? I don't get it. Please explain." His eyes widen and he frantically said. "Right?! Whoever wrote this is a dumbass. Ignore what I said love." Maybe Blake- "Don't ask Blake love or anyone. They don't know also." Gideon added. Oh. Okay. The 999 show is finish and it was replace by a show named Lucifer but when Gideon saw that I am wide eyed staring at this actor who has an unknown but attractive accent and asking what I desire he switch the show immediately to power puff Girls.

Whether Vivian would come to regret it no longer mattered to me. After I completely gave up on her treatment, the nerves I had kept stretched tight finally loosened a little. After leaving the Grant estate, I was about to ask Vivian to return my passport and ID. All of my documents had been with her these past few years. As soon as I reached a corner by the street, a sharp pain exploded across my forehead. Hot blood gushed from the wound. Dizziness swept over me. Before I even understood what had happened, a group of people grabbed me, pulled me around, and started punching and kicking me.

How dare they sit and watch while our kind slaughters one another? Smoothing his fingers down his neatly trimmed beard, Gideon smiled enthusiastically. He snapped at the warriors standing at our back, “Bring me the Alpha, Luna, and my whore of a daughter. As for the other three…” He hummed thoughtfully. “Well, I have no use for a truth teller, and with Kalix, I have no need for astral projection. Slit their throats. Oh, and the girl’s too. Shayla, right? Yes, kill all three of them.” “NO!” Jada screamed and begged as the warriors shoved her and Hakeem forward.

I softly smiled at them and closed the door. With Frederick assisting Uncle, I was left alone to wander around the house, and what better way to kill the time than to read books. So, my main target was finding the library. After a few dead-ends, I finally found what I was looking for. There's no surprise, the library was huge as well. I trailed my hands on the hard-bound books. Novels, grimoires, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson.

“I’ve had enough of this! Are you really getting jealous over a patient? That’s not so gentlemanly of you.” She turned to leave, but not before grabbing the boxed tiramisu on the way out. I stood there, staring at the unfinished steak on the table. It was medium rare and sprinkled with black pepper—her favorite. The server approached, voice timid. “Sir… would you like that to-go?” I shook my head, pulling out my wallet. “No. I’m done.” On the walk home, the wind stung my eyes. Under the dim glow of the streetlight, I saw a new post on Joseph’s Instagram. It was a photo of him in his hospital bed, holding the tiramisu.