Dan Brown Inferno Audiobook Novels & Stories

Santo Ganovese loves my cooking. Ah, Andrea Bonani, you can die tomorrow. You'll die happy! "And you'll see, the second will complement the current flavors wonderfully..." I insist immediately. I freeze. Santo crosses his arms and leans on his elbows on the desk. Then he opens his mouth. I blink. What's going on here? Am I wide awake or in the middle of a fantasy? Did Santo Ganovese hear my prayer earlier and allow me to feed him? Me? "You..." I start to say before immediately falling silent.

“You ever read something and it doesn’t just sound old—it feels like it came from somewhere else entirely?” “No, not really. Is it scary?” Selene folded the parchment and tucked it into her belt. “This one doesn’t scare me.” “That’s because it’s about you being unstoppable.” She smiled faintly. “No. It’s because it’s a warning. Not a threat.” Outside the room, they could hear muffled voices—Theoden arguing lightly with Darius about whether or not burning wet firewood still counted as a skill. “I’m telling you, it’s about heat ratio,” Darius insisted.

was happening, I was on the bed and Mark was climbing on top of me. The vodka was starting to make the room spin and the numbness that it provided was a welcoming feeling. I was brought back to reality by a sharp pain that I felt in my chest. I looked down and realized that what I was feeling was Marks teeth on my breasts. Mark was like a rabid animal. His eyes were hard and the expression on his face was darker than it had been a few moments age. I heard the ripping sound before I felt the pressure of my underwear being yanked from my body. Marks hands were around my neck again and I felt the pain of his dick penetrating me deeply. He did not make it romantic or even try to be gentle with

David lowered his eyes and let out a low, sinister chuckle. "Compared to the hell I went through back in the day, this punishment is a goddamn joke." He signaled for his bodyguard to unlock the door. As the iron door creaked open, a voice filled with rage and fear echoed from inside. "Who are you people? Why did you snatch me up like this?"

It’s all about faith. °°° The story ends here. Thanks for reading. Follow me on my I*, and get to know about my next book which is about their kids. Also, read my another book Beta Nocholas. It's a werewolf romance. Thanks again :)

“I appreciate the confidence but there is nothing I can do this time.” My heart sinks at his response. If he can’t and doctors can’t, then who can? “There must be something, anything,” I can’t hide my desperation and stupid Titan won’t stop whining. “We can pray for our souls.” “Besides that!” I snap. I wish they could all stop with the crap. “Her human form was strong-willed and resilient. It was suppressing the burning inferno inside her but…” Rufus hesitates. “She has given up and it’s taking over.” I complete his sentence.

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

Hi guys! I am done with the first part which is Lucifer's fall story. Like I said in the first author's note, this part was only to give you a head start of what was to going to happen later on. You can't skip it or else you will miss important parts of the story and you may be confused. Imagine the first twenty seven chapters as a flashback in a movie lol. The main story is about to start and we'll still get to see Lucifer again. I will be using Hebrew a lot in the story but I will leave translations below. Please also remember that parts of the things that happened in the book did not really happen in the bible, it's from my head but that doesn't mean I will stray away from the main events

My seductive aura wrapped around him like silk, teasing mercilessly while my words cut like silver. “Keep digging, Mr. Blackthorn,” I whispered, voice husky with challenge. “Just be careful what you find. Some ghosts bite back.” The rest of the flight passed in charged silence broken only by occasional sharp exchanges. His scent continued to torment me. My body stayed in a state of low, throbbing arousal. The hate-flirting never fully stopped , every glance, every brush of his arm, every loaded comment pushed us closer to the edge. As the jet began its descent into Abuja, Damien’s golden eyes met mine with dark promise.

I shouted back, anger and pain in my voice, as I instinctively reached for my injured knee — most likely bruised from the fall. Finally, the door opened, and the room was flooded with the dim light of an old bulb from the adjacent space where the conversation had taken place. "The man you heard is Autin. I'm sure you remember him," she said with a smile, looking at me with something that resembled pity. "What the hell are you doing!?" I stormed toward her, prompting Keli to growl and attempt to lunge at her. "Calm the dog down, then we'll talk," she said flatly.