Lil Gideon Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Mostly.” I looked at Ace. “You wanna play good cop, or should I?” He was already moving. “I’ll drag him in. You make him cry.” “That’s romantic.” --- Gideon was thirty, maybe, with a bad haircut and a worse attitude. Blood stained his jeans, and he glared like we’d inconvenienced him by not shooting him outright. “You must be the infamous Brielle,” he said through gritted teeth. “Infamous has a nicer ring than wanted,” I replied sweetly. “Tell me, Gideon, you always volunteer to get shot for your boss?”

"He truly isn't just some random guy, Lil. His name is Sebastian. Sebastian Woods!!!” Lilian’s eyes widened in great shock as if she had been electrocuted. “What???”

“I faked it ok, pretending to get a scholarship, so I could escape from that hellhole, I… I've met a guy, His name is William Foreman, he's twenty-nine, he's rich, owns a company, and he takes care of me— and I know what you're going to say, now and then I work as a bartender, he got me a job not too far from here, it doesn't pay a lot, but I am saving from it, I... I just don't want to become a lawyer Lil, that's my parents' dream, not mine, I just want to do my own thing until I figure out what I want,” I didn't even realize I was crying, But Lilith said nothing, she only nodded and I knew she understood, She reached out and hugged me, holding me while I cried silently on her shoulders, I

Almost all of the population, since Gideon was still stuck in his cell broken and going through the aftereffects of his dragon's death, and the only other person, was Liliana, who was making her way stealthily towards her treacherous uncle's cell, as all the rest of the people had already left for the ritual and no guards were needed for a convulsing human. Gideon lay motionless on the cold cement floor, he was pulled down from his ties on the wall a little while after Elijah had left. Gideon was painfully trying to reach out to his dragon, but there was neither response nor feeling. He groaned as he heard the door to his cell open and a pair of heels sounded, announcing the presence of the

I finally turned towards the doorway and noticed that Gideon was standing there alone, shirtless and with a chest gleaming from sweat. As if he didn’t have time to grab his shirt and just leave his body like that. “Gideon.” He didn’t even blink when our eyes met. “Well?” I asked again when he remained unresponsive. “Lilly,” his voice croaked. “Don’t,” I said, still not removing my eyes from him. “Don’t say my name like that like you still have the right to.” He stepped closer to me now, his eyes pleading with a cry. “You passed out hours ago. You, you—”

Lila, in return, smiled back at her. "The average round is about to begin. Two points each correct answer and remember, this round will be the eliminating round. Only three will advance to the difficult round. I wish you all good luck, and let's start." Lila closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. It took her days of reviewing for this, people are here because they support her, she was chosen because her professor believed in her so now, the best thing that she can do is to believe in herself and make the people behind her proud. "Question number one for the average round, how many pyramids of Giza were made?" The question was repeated twice and when Lila heard the "go" signal,

"That means, he has a nose like a bear. He eats like a bear, and he pooped like a bear. Do you fuck like bears too?" Wulfric raised a middle finger at Alejandro, which only made the latter laugh. "I have eyes installed at the door." Lyzza could only nod. Cameras. They talked for a while about what happened and what she would say to the authorities, who would investigate. Gideon's name was included in the investigation because Al-Sharique sent them death threats. The AFP also knew that Gideon used to lead the pursuit of Al-Sharique’s syndicate back then. Not long after all Gideon’s friends left, her mom, Caius, Carollete, and Summer—the one who cried when she saw her dad—came.

Kneading dough, pruning roses, cleaning wounds and smacking sense into the air. Now they looked like hands that had once held something fragile and never stopped feeling the weight. “Lila came to us in winter,” Grace said. “Heavy with child, half starved, terrified of her family and terrified of the pack. She said Gideon had promised to help her, and I believe he meant to. But meaning well is not the same as moving fast.” Colton looked as though every word struck skin. “Her labour came early,” Grace continued. “Badly. My mother tried everything. I tried. Gideon was at the border fighting men who had followed Lila’s trail. By the time he returned, she was gone.”

“Crystal, Alpha.” The rest of the meeting wrapped in strained quiet—minor issues dispatched quickly. As everyone filed out, Gideon lingered, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “You shut that down hard,” he muttered once we were alone. “Thorne’s been pushing Lila’s angle for months. Jealousy’s ugly when it wears elder robes.” I exhaled slowly, the giddy warmth from earlier now tempered by protective fire. “He can push all he wants. Elara’s not going anywhere. And after her training month? They’ll all see what I already know.”

Osric answers, following Embry into the closet to get dressed. “I remember Gideon saying something like that just like Liliana for purity because her hair,” I smile at the memory of when Liliana and I asked our dad about our names and why we look different despite being near identical. We come from a split egg; the only difference is Liliana lacks the pigment in her hair and eyes where I apparently took it all. “Gideon adores you girls, he’s become quite the man and father since you were both born,” Osric mentions from inside the closet, Embry comes out in jeans and a green t-shirt, that accentuates his muscular chest underneath the soft fabric.