Gravity Falls Gideon's Dad Novels & Stories

“I only know one thing for certain. The operative has changed identities more than once over the years, making it impossible to follow them for long. They are a master of reinvention. I caught glimpses. Patterns. But never enough for a name or a face I could give you safely.” We spent the next several hours inside the ruined fortress while Gideon shared everything he remembered about my parents. The tower felt less like ruins and more like a sanctuary as his stories filled the dusty air. I learned things nobody had ever told me. “My mother laughed loudly enough to wake the entire house,” Gideon said with a fond smile. “She had this way of filling every room with joy, even when times were dar

The house Charlotte claimed for herself was quiet again, with just me inside. I pulled off my headset. It felt like it had been buzzing the whole time. Young Edmund was still going off. "Why does Gideon get to call our mom 'Mom'? His parents are long gone. I'm the one who worked and saved to put him through school!"

Jeffrey says. “Maybe you find that hard to believe because you’ve convinced yourself that I’m a monster, Jeff,” Gideon’s voice comes from the stairs. We all turn our attention to the direction of his voice. He looms over us like a Greek god. His silver hair gleams in the light. His broad shoulders visible through the suit he’s wearing. He is so attractive, it makes me want to pounce on him. “There you are, Dad!” Joe says. They hug before turning to me. I let Gideon hug me. “I missed you,” he whispers into my ears as we hug.

We stopped in front of a tall figure with his back turned, speaking to a group of professors. "Zander," my father called. The man turned around. Our eyes met. And the world tilted. "Zander," my father said proudly, turning me to face him fully, "this is my daughter, Kiara. Kiara, this is Zander Creed, my longtime friend from college. We've kept in touch over the years by phone, but we haven't seen each other face-to-face in years. He's the CEO of Creed Industries and the chair of the new mentorship program."

I raised my voice to a screaming pitch. "While she was on the table praying for your blessing, you took all the doctors away for a little rash on Toby's arm! You sold her life!" "Gideon, you don't deserve to be a father!" The only sound left in the alley was the pouring rain. Gideon collapsed into the mud. A guttural, agonizing sound tore from his throat, but he couldn't form a single word. He was drowning in bottomless regret. I looked away, picked up my coat, and walked out of the alley without looking back.

had died instantly in a ghastly car accident. Little Gideon was told that his father had gone to heaven to never return again. Little Gideon knew back then that people who went to heaven were dead. He cried and his nanny cried with him. She was always by his side. In few days, people started trouping into their home and Gideon barely got a glance of his mother who was later discharged before his father's burial. His distant cousins came and the uncles he always heard of but never met. He saw several of his father's friends whom he was introduced to at events. "Romero Jnr. Will carry on with his father's legacy. " he heard someone commented and he couldn't comprehend what it meant then. Few w

I want to open my mouth to explain a little about my current mood. "I have been very busy recently. Listen!" The other end of the line rang out a sentence that interrupted my mood, then immediately hung up the phone. I slowly lowered the phone, smiling unsightly, but my mouth could not lift and gradually lowered. I knew long ago that Gideon didn't like me, didn't love me, and wasn't serious about me, but being ignored like that made me feel extremely sad. Gideon is a person with very strong gifts and outstanding abilities, the most outstanding person in the young generation of the Evans family. After taking over the Evans family's business from his grandfather, he brought the company to the

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.

I whispered as I placed the bouquet of flowers on my parents' tombstone. I let out a small smile as I remembered a certain memory. The last time Gideon and I talked, we were here, in front of my parents' graveyard. "I'm so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Hargreeves," Gideon whispered while kneeling in front of my parents' tombstone. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to your daughter. I'm sorry for hurting her. I'm sorry for making her cry… I'm sorry for coming into her life." I bit my lower back and looked at the sky to stop my tears from falling. I told myself that I won't cry today. But I guessed, no matter how many times I've told myself that I've already accepted this, I still couldn't.

"Last week? How come I did not see any equipments or hear any noise." "I am just surprised as you. I just mentioned to Gideon that I love those big roses I saw in the mall and here we are." "You want a rose and he gave you a greenhouse full of them." "Yup." "Grey Grey's really the son of Daddy James." Mommy Ella snorts and replied excitedly "Oh you've seen nothing. In my opinion, Gabriel's the most over the top next to Gideon. I can't wait for my Gabby to get married. Will probably need fire department on standby. Isn't it exciting?!"