Best Daniel Silva Books Novels & Stories

Whatever it was, he was good and big in it. He was prospering in his legal businesses and the illegal ones were topnotch seeing how everyone knew of him… a crude handsome fox. Dylan was the number one in his business and to crown it all, here I was going through his stuff. Though his room was plain, the amount of files in there wasn't. So many trades, treaties, allegiance and the rest and there were books. I reached out and took one of them, the books weren't outdated because I knew every single one. ‘His’ by Aubrey Dark, ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone.

Mercedes cried and they immediately locked eyes. There was suddenly silence between them and Daniel's arms loosened around Mercedes as he stood up. It seemed to be an untold secret, But they blamed each other for their mother's death—including Cole. Daniel had it harder though. He had always been the most emotional of the trio. He loved Silvia to the moon and back. When she died, He didn't have the guts to attend her funerals cause of the feud that existed between them back then. He was also in the rehabilitation center too. It sucked how much drugs had drained from his life and Gosh! He was dying for a sniff or even one tiny tablet right now.

I'm gripping onto my thighs so tightly that it's the only thing grasping me to reality "Daniel p-p-please" I beg I don't even know for what but I'm definitely begging. I need to find my release. I need to scream. I need to make noises something anything "Oh I'm down here Mr. Babanin eating my girlfriend out," Daniel says and my eyes widen. No, he didn't. I hear Mr. Babanin chuckle sounding almost pleased by Daniel's answer "That a boy," he says and Daniel winks at me. My mouth drops open in shock

Clinton said. ‘I see!’ David suddenly came to a realization. No wonder that guy was looking at him with murderous intent the moment he stepped into the room. David thought Silva was jealous because David was more good-looking than him. However, would he kill just because someone else was more attractive than him? This did not make sense! Alas, this was why. The Daniels brothers were scum by doing all those things. If Silva could take them as their subordinates, it meant that he was not a good person either.

He ran his fingers along the spines of the oldest books, scanning for anything that might tell him about Daniel’s past. His pulse thundered in his ears. And then—he found it. A book with no title. Its leather cover blackened, scorched, as if it had barely survived a fire. Rigel opened it. And his breath stopped. There—written in ink so dark it looked like dried blood—was the story of Daniel’s past life. A prince. A warrior. A cursed being, feared and revered in equal measure. And a betrayal that had led to his fall. A name.

What secrets could he possibly be hiding now? Lena had seen Daniel open the drawer once before, late one night when he thought she was asleep. The memory was hazy, but she distinctly remembered him retrieving a key hidden within one of his prized books on the top shelf. With trembling hands, Lena began scanning the rows of leather-bound volumes, each title meticulously chosen to reflect Daniel’s cultivated image—a man of sophistication, intellect, and taste. But now, Lena knew it was all a facade.

Once we left the hospital, Daniel was on his phone before we even reached the car, his voice was low and commanding. “Did you land in Italy? Are the teams in place?” he asked his butler and head of security. I could hear a faint ‘Yes, Sir’ from the other end of the line. Daniel nodded, snapping the phone shut. “Come on. You need to rest before we go looking for your family. The Silvas are powerful here. They’re old money, wealthy beyond imagination. They won’t be hard to track, but we need to be smart about how we approach them.”

he shouted, hiding his face with his hand. "Silas?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Thanks to Mother Selene that you stopped." he sighed in relief, removing his hand from his face. But observing me glaring at me, he spoke again, "It's really me." so that I could believe that it was indeed him. "Okay! You can ask me anything to verify it." "My favorite movie?" "Twilight." "My favorite Series?" "Lucifer" "Wait! Hold on! He knows so much about you while I don't know a thing.", Daniel asked, feeling jealous.

Shola having succeeded in hiding the book continued answering the questions but to his astonishment, Daniel paused his words and threw in a question that pushed him off balance, putting him in a quagmire. Daniel asked; “Was it at seminary you bought that scary black book?” “Which book?” Shola asks back with a concerned face under consternation. “The black book I just saw you reciting words from before I fully opened your door. You were even beating your chest with a scrawled face.” Daniel responds now with a more serious look.

The books are there as a guide to help you if you have lost your way. Daniel has always done things by the book and when he does something bad he does it it with intent. He does i it with precision and clinical execution. Something somewhere must have gone wrong and I'm glad that something went wrong so that the truth could be exposed. I partially feel like I've been played by someone who knew how to play me very well. It is a fact that Daniel knew the blueprints of my body and he was able to no how to act and when to act. It's not that he has the power to predict what my next move is he just use the information he knew to trick me and make me believe that he was the one who was innocent wh