Novel & Cerita Gideon The Ninth Kindle

The day after that, Enzo wrote. "Alessia, I know you will not reply. I just want you to know that Chiara has been exiled from the family. She will not come back. Your things are still in your room. Rosalina kept them. I will not look for you. But I hope you are well." I stared at the screen for a long time. Then I put my phone down and picked up my coffee. Outside the window, Zurich's streets were busy with pedestrians. Trams rattled past on the tracks below.

She approached the grave with a soft, almost tender smile that made everyone's skin crawl. "See? I brought back everything that belongs to you. None of it is left for anyone else." Under the horrified stares of the crowd, she carefully placed the bloody kidneys Anna had taken from me into the urn. When the police rushed in with guns raised, they froze in disbelief. I turned to Mom. She raised her head, laughed, and pointed into the air. "Look, Jenna has returned." I let out a soft, long sigh, as if I had finally released the last thread of attachment.

Gideon nodded inwardly. He began working, searching for where the fire poison was hiding. It would be hard for most physicians, but not for Gideon. First, his unique physique made him sensitive to fire poison. Second, he could lure it using his Earthcore Flame. The so-called fire poison was actually a seed of flame. To Jessica, it was poison—ravaging her body and threatening her life. But to Gideon, it was food. This was also why he had agreed to treat her. He wasn't some saint. Jonathan banging his head a few times wasn't going to move him.

It made him feel a sort of pressure that he hadn’t felt in a long time. “The people of the Liberated are such cowards! Thankfully, they’ve prepared an incredible prey for me tonight. I’m interested in seeing who’s willing to assist them in their fight against the Jackals!” Gideon had arrived at the manor’s main gate. In front of him stood a massive iron gate. It was neither opened nor locked. He paused in front of the iron gate while peering inside. He didn’t reach for the iron gate. Instead, he launched a punch into the air.

Because I chose to leave him. I put the watch in the cabinet box and looked back at the room I lived in for nine years for the last time. Yesterday, Gideon's mother told me some shocking news. “Gideon will marry the young lady of the Ermintrude family. If you're smart, get out of here quickly. Don't make yourself the butt of our jokes.” I endured Gideon's mother's disdainful eyes. For nine years, no matter how hard I tried, I could not please this lady. Right now, I won't pray for unworthy love.

Through the tinted window, I saw Bastien still on his knees, watching us leave, his figure growing smaller until the van turned a corner and he was gone. The drive was long and silent. Gideon sat across from me, not speaking, his gaze fixed on the tablet in his hands. He gave off an aura of immense, contained power, but also of a deep, unsettling stillness. He was a fortress. I was a refugee seeking shelter within his walls, and I had no illusions about the cost.

He turned, looking into Kan’s silver-grey eyes. "I tracked him to a hole called The Lead Pipe," Gideon said, his voice gravelly. "I touched him, Kan. I got close enough to see the way his pulse jumped in his neck." He let out a jagged breath. "He’s the one. He’s the third piece."

Why do people like Gideon wouldn't understand that? "Jewel," Gideon warned. She growled, hissed. She looked dangerous with her gaze. "Don't touch my books. Never ever touch my books. Understand?" Gideon stared at her deeply. "What's with that look, Jewel?" That’s where Jewel's patience snapped. She stood up straight and then frowned at Gideon. "Don't touch them!" she yelled then picked up the large box. Her feet made its way to the staircase, marching to the top of the stairs while carrying the large and heavy book. Even though it was a bit difficult, she was still able to carry it. She glard and hissed at Gideon when she passed by him.

“I have to consider what life would mean for you. For us.” “For us,” I echoed softly. His eyes darkened, holding mine with a weight that made the room feel smaller. “Nine days,” Gideon murmured, as though counting them in his head. “And then this house is yours too.” My throat went dry. “Nine days isn’t long.” “No,” Gideon said, voice low, steady. “It isn’t.” The silence stretched again, charged this time. I glanced down at my lap, then back at him. “I’d like to see the garden. The one she planted.”

With wide eyes a small Gideon could not believe what he was seeing . “Mother , Mother” he screamed desperately needing someone to help him understand what was going on . As Queen Eulalie ran to check on her second born son as he shouted in distress she couldn't believe what she was seeing . A distraught Gideon ran to his mother “I didn't mean to” he says through tears as he clings to his stunned mother . Whispering a small spell in ancient language not many used anymore , releasing everything from the young prince's accidental spell . Only when he heard the birds again did an upset Gideon look up from his mothers skirt . “Now , now Gideon calm down my love. Looks like you may have unlocked s