Dan Brown Inferno Audiobook Novels & Stories

he answered and returned back to reading the contents as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Elaina joined him too, sitting by his side and he continued translating what every line said: “Goddess of fire, who first breathed heat into stone, Sharpen our fangs and temper our wings. Let your fire burn fear from our hearts, And turn our enemies to ash before your light” After sometime, Drake paused when a thought struck him and he turned to Elaina and said, “Elaina, I think this book was stolen from your mother's possession” Elaina was perplexed and couldn't resist asking, “You think so? What made you draw such a conclusion?”

A month of finding out I wasn't who I thought I was. I took a deep breath and let my back sink into the seat. The road ahead might be hard. But I had to get there first. The drive from Anatolikos to Dytikos was a never-ending stretch of gray road. It was long, boring, and—thanks to Cain—dead quiet. I had begged him for an audiobook, naming twenty different titles, but he only gave me cold shrugs and grunts. I tried to start a conversation, but I might as well have been talking to the dashboard.

"Just out of curiosity, exactly what books were you reading?" "Well," Dorin answered with a frown, "My favorite book is Al Khami's 'Black Earth' --" Dorin was distracted by Sebastian spitting the food in his mouth and choking on it. A jumble of words rush across his slate, but just as suddenly disappeared – it mostly concerned 8 digit numbers. "Are you okay?" Mar asked her friend with concern, patting him on the back. Johan simply looked at them, annoyed. Professor Durant started to laugh.

Thoughts and questions start popping inside her mind, but she isn’t given even a little spare time to have the answer for those thoughts, when the voice once more echoes and the entire past turns into the darkest tone that it ever been before. “Shall we begin? You need to bear it, as you need to ease everything. Your world and your life are designed for this purpose, and most especially that your book comes with the fact that the primordial sins are being caged into.” The person who clearly love to inflict pain and set a dark example in order to pull an innocent soul down into the darkest well. Daniela’s mind is looking for the answers herself, while she is looking around and intently for an

Right? …Oh God. I collapsed onto my bed, mentally screaming. Lucian was… intense. Rough. Confident. Very, VERY experienced. And I was… A virgin. A painfully curious, sexually frustrated virgin who just accidentally watched the hottest live-action p**n in existence performed by the one man who already made my stomach do cartwheels when he was fully clothed. Now I’d seen… everything. I rolled onto my back and covered my burning face. “I’m going to hell.”

He reached up, gently touched the blood on her lip. “The Auditor,” Dante whispered. “The bone bread. The Pantry.” “You remember?” June asked, tears streaming down her face. “I remember everything,” Dante said. He pulled her close. “The rewind… it didn’t work. We stayed together.” Marcus and Raven got to their feet, looking exhausted but grinning. “That was close,” Marcus said. “I almost forgot how to do math for a minute.” June checked her belt. The Golden Book was still there, but it had changed. The cover wasn’t gold anymore—it was dark, rich soil. The pages were thin slices of dried wood. The book felt alive.

I swallowed hard, my face burning. I grabbed my glass and downed the last drops in one gulp, the fizz burning its way down. I slammed it on the nightstand, the clink echoing in the tense silence. “What the fuck are you on about?” I snapped, yanking my chin free but not moving away. My voice was breathy, my entire body buzzing. Damian set his own drink aside, half-full. “This.” He yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out that cursed book: The Devil’s Little Bane.

So I decided to try again. "Luca, what's with the dragon and flames on your back?" I asked, and he laughed. He rinsed his mouth and spat out the water and then stood straight to flex his muscles so I could get the full view. Instead of looking at the tattoo, my eyes were fixed on his tight, sexy, manly butt. My mind was in the gutters. "The dragon breathes fire. It can never burn him. Hell is fire, and I am the dragon that rules it," he said, and I understood.

Chapter 1: Into the Inferno The roar of the flames was deafening, like the devil himself breathing down their necks. Dante Reyes kicked through another burning door, his heavy turnout gear already feeling like a furnace. At thirty five, he had seen hell more times than he could ever count, but this super fire fueled by climate dried forests and years of corporate greed was something else entirely. “Anyone here?!” he bellowed, voice muffled by his mask. "Can anyone hear me, he shouted."

' Noah drove off at a steady pace, cutting through light traffic. "Uncle Alexander, Uncle Brown-y'all would be proud to see Damian and Hansel right now." Noah's daydream was interrupted by his phone vibrating. An incoming call. He glanced briefly and kept driving until the ringing stopped. A few seconds later, it rang again. He finally pulled over. "Hello, Helena." ... Damian rested his head against the car seat, his breath coming out in soft, hesitant sighs — like the quiet struggle of his heart. He was clearly uneasy, but Brown, who was driving, seemed to carry the heavier guilt.