Gideon The Ninth Novels & Stories

I bit down on my lip to hide its trembling. He licked. He sucked. He stroked faster. Gideon was stoking a rage filled fire deep inside of me. If he wanted to start something dangerous, this was how to go about it. “Mine!” I replied to his question. He growled at me. Gideon put me down on my feet. He turned me around and bent me over. He slapped my ass, hard. If he had left a mark, I wouldn’t mind it. He slapped my ass again.

My voice was hoarse as I asked her, "Lucy, are you sure you want to divorce me over a drinking-game challenge? This is our ninth divorce. I won't remarry you again. I'll ask you one last time. Do you really want this?" I remembered how we had gotten together. She pursued me first, staging nine elaborated declarations of love that people still talked about on campus. And yet, on the very night we registered our marriage, she'd asked for a divorce. At the time, I had asked why. She had smirked and said, "I humiliated myself declaring my love for you nine times. Even if I divorce you nine times, you can take it. You owe me this!" That was why I endured all those humiliations, telling myself it

Jonah held his breath, marvelling yet again at how quickly the Master could go from joking and jovial to chilling and terrifying. It still wasn’t clear how the Master really felt about that bitch Iris running away, it still wasn’t obvious which face being shown was his real one – and then it came to Jonah in a blinding flash that neither was true in this moment, none of his feelings or faces were true, ever. The real Gideon was a mystery and always had been; his strength came from keeping his followers off-balance and guessing. He gained power through the weakness of others, he used mind games and nothing more.

I took a step back, and my chest felt like someone had burned a hole through it. It was not just Chiara. My parents had known all along. They watched me support her and protect her and said nothing. Enzo had lied to my face for months. I turned and ran to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. My stomach turned, and tears blurred my vision. The door opened. “Oh, dear Alessia. You were standing outside. Why did you not come in?”

I greeted back, my voice just as cold as his, “To what do I owe the honour?” Gideon Trace, my father's most loyal assistant. I had known him ever since I came of age. A very ruthless man who did whatever my father asked him to do. He had a very dark past, and that was exactly why my father wanted Gideon to work for him. The son of a gambler and a prostitute who had both left him to fend for himself. Gideon grew up following gangs and doing their biddings, until he slowly rose to become a very famous gang leader himself.

Ghost grabs for my elbow again and this time I don’t shrug him off; I’m too busy focusing on the scent of pancakes, at first I thought it smelt like Flora’s but now I realise there is an earthy, spicy scent to them that I’ve never smelt before. “Do you smell that?” I ask no one in particular; I feel like I’m floating in the air and I’m following a vivid cloud of this delicious scent without caring who is in my way. I barely register putting one foot in front of the other; people move out of my way with little complaint and I think that's thanks to Ghost. I keep walking in a daze until I come to the end of the group and see Gideon standing in the middle of a field with a small child clinging

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.

He sat on a rock, clutching something tightly in his hand. I looked closer. It was a moonstone ring. Gideon's engagement gift to me. I unfolded the letter. Conrad's handwriting filled the page. Cora, I know you may not want to hear from me, but I felt you had a right to know. First, I am truly sorry for the crimes my son committed. Gideon has been exiled permanently. He now wanders the northern wilds. The last person who saw him said he looked like a ghost. The only thing he carries with him is the ring he once gave you.

“…Just stay. For them. For me.” I stayed beside the bed for a long time, watching her breath softly and hearing her heartbeat. I listened to the small sounds of the children who slept next to her. Each second I stayed there made my vow deeper. I finally straightened myself, my decision and determination was as strong as stone. I would not rest until I uncovered the hand behind the maid. No matter whoever it is, an Ally or a Noble or even someone close to him, they will pay for harming his people. With one last look at the three of them, Gideon turned toward the door.

Gideon rolled his eyes, "Lily is just a pawn to do as a sister what I can't as an uncle. Plus, the pain of betrayal by the dearest little sister will be tenfold worse. She doesn't even know the end that I have planned for her and her family. She believes it is all for her to take her brother's throne. The foolish girl fell so easily for greed, jealousy, and false flattery. She can't even control her dragon transformation. I was surprised she even made it back after our first mission on Y's island. But no need to worry, she is no threat, and once she has fulfilled her purpose she will be out of her way as well." Gideon then glared at everyone and most of all at Nora, "Now if my interrogation