Gideon The Ninth Series 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.

“…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.

In someone else’s story, we would not be the heroes. We would be the villains. Late that night, Gideon finally returned from the mountains. He did not come to see me. Instead, he went straight to the hidden forge in the lower courtyard. The forge burned hot enough to melt silver. Killian was already there waiting. The two men said very little. This time, there was no coffin. No silk. No ceremony. The Executioner’s body was placed into the blazing coals of the forge. The flames swallowed it quickly. There were no prayers.

The two guards by the door shifted their weight, their attention fully on me now. Gideon stared at me for a long, silent moment, reassessing the nephew he thought he could still maneuver. He saw not a grieving, hungover boy, but an Alpha standing on the borders of his own kingdom, gate shut. “As you wish,” he said finally, the words icy. He gave a curt nod. “The tests will be arranged. Good day, Ronan.” He turned and left, his guards falling into step behind him. The door closed, leaving the room suddenly, heavily silent.

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.

She turned towards Gideon, crossing her jeans cladded legs on the wooden bench, “Tell me what happened.” Gideon hesitated but then told her everything. As they talked under the darkening sky, her demons went silent. All she could focus on was the man in front of her, telling her how a girl from his school had told him that she was seven weeks pregnant with his kid. Gideon was the heir to Pierce Empire. His father was the one holding the reigns now but one day, it would be him. He, too, lived in New York like Aria but he lived on the luxurious side.

As soon as she recalled Tony and Myra’s love for each other, she couldn’t control the twisted flash of jealousy in her eyes. “Put up with it! You must put up with it, alright?” Gideon’s eyes were as cold as icicles. “It will be just for a short while. Grandpa, Dad, and I have something important going on right now and it’s crucial to us, so you’d better not ruin things for us at this point! If everything goes according to plan, the dominant force of Bradfort City will soon be replaced. By then, we will obviously seek justice for you. I promise your sufferings will definitely not be in vain!” Gemma took some time to calm down and her sobs slowly turned to sniffles. However, she couldn’t contr

He saw my Nine-Sea Giant Squid and took an interest in it, inviting me to stay for a time. "I was a master of divination, one who could glimpse the threads of fate—yet I failed to foresee my own doom. I was deceived. My mortal enemy, Orin Bloodfang, the Abyssal Ape, along with Black Monk Lysand Joss and the Skinscraper, Elijah Vaughn, tracked me down. "A brutal battle erupted. Gideon Dorne vanished in the chaos, and I was left with nothing but a shattered soul, barely clinging to existence within my dying pet, the Nine-Sea Giant Squid."

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.

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.