Books By Dan Brown Novels & Stories

"You fight systems to rise. I built them to rule. Why resist?" Sake burned silk fire down my throat, loosening the knot his proximity always tied. "Because your empire's built on engineered ruins—scandals, leaks, blood like Rourke's neck. I'm no pawn for your Tokyo games." He leaned closer, scarred jaw inches from mine, heat radiating no touch—torture exquisite. "Pawn? No. Queen." Obsidian eyes bored soul-deep, half-smirk curving lethal. "I fell first, Nia. Two years past—your TED talk. 'Crisis as Catalyst.' Dissected corporate lies like a surgeon and hacked your life that night. Runs mapped, strategies stolen, Darius's files unearthed. Obsessed. Dangerous minds recognize their match."

People always looked older when they were walking away from something. Daniel Brown, thirty-one pages. Thinner file. Softer man. The kind of person whose worst crime was that he kept showing up to the room where bad decisions were made and never once walked out. There were two photographs of him too. In both of them he was standing slightly behind his brother, slightly to the left, the way a shadow stands. Mara had read these files so many times she could have recited them like scripture. She read them again anyway.

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

"You see twelve men, Mr. James Blackwheel while I see eleven men and a woman. Haven't you heard of the 'Da Vinci Code'? It is a book written by American author, Dan Brown." Blackwheel scanned all the information that was stored in his fragile brain to check if he had come in contact with any information that had to do with Dan Brown and his book. He couldn't find any. "You don't remember?" Blake pressed. "I am not sure I have ever heard of his name before. Does his work has anything to do with the painting?" "Some part of it talked about the painting. His work is quite remarkable. I have always been fascinated whenever I ask people about the conversation going on between Jesus and the twelve

Julie was deeply lost in the streets of Europe with Robert Langdon is one of those Dan Brown's thriller novels. Her face was covered by the hardback she had just bought the day before and was already halfway through the 600 plus pages story. Her coffee cup was half empty, her croissant half-eaten, her eyes nailed to the sheets.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

The sun had set. Alexis ‘Lexi’ Brown looked at her cellphone. She was only a few minutes away from her destination. Lexi had become a travel blogger and writer after her mother had won the state lottery six months ago. Lexi’s mother had split the eighty-four million dollar jackpot with her daughters.

At length, he came across another old book, covered also by a thick film of grime. The words "The Mystic Diabolic Enchantment" were on the face of its cover. Xiao Chen's brows furrowed with curiosity. As he was once a student of a Cultivators' sect, his interest was piqued at the "Diabolic" word he saw on the cover of the book. He flipped opened the book. But when he opened the book, the rest of the pages swiftly turned as if being blown by a strong wind. The words from the book floated off its pages and melded together into a black mass of smoke which suddenly shot into his forehead.

"Same here! I think I remember you from the Homecoming Tailgate. Are you dating the fullback?" "My sister isn't...wasn't..." "No need to explain," she chuckled. "I can already sense the drama." "You have no idea." She managed to find all the books and authors I mentioned. By the time we reached the counter, I was holding a small stack of books. As we passed the last shelf, she halted and asked, "Do you like Dan Brown?" "I haven't read anything by him yet—" "What!" She exclaimed, as though I had committed a grave sin. "So, you've read Aldous Huxley and the Jack Reacher series, but you've never delved into the world of the brilliant Robert Langdon?" She gasped as if my omission were a crime.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.