Dan Brown Novel List Novels & Stories

I immediately turned around and looked at the culprit who was grinning in satisfaction. Damon: Oopsie... You were taking too long baby. I was waiting for almost 10 minutes and I hate waiting... I gulped when my eyes met his bare chest...His upper body was covered in scary tattoos... In fear, I took a step back... But to my bad luck, he noticed it and an evil smirk appeared on his lips... I abruptly tried to run out of the bathroom but got smashed on the wall... His bulky body towered over my small one... I yelped when he grabbed my bandaged hand and brought it his lips staring in my eyes intensely...

“Stephen King, Dan Brown, Clive Cussler, John Grisham, and the like.” “Oh! I’ve only read John Grisham among those you mentioned. I just started lately. I like The Rainmaker.” “Have you seen the movie?” “Not yet. Matt Damon is the star there, isn’t he?” “I have a copy. We can watch it if you want.” “Sure.”

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.

ELVIS POV My eyes widened. Blood rushed in my ears. “Is that fucking real?” “Bad words, kiddo,” he chortled, clearly relishing how it got under my skin. I rolled my eyes and caught a smile—or not? I snatched the book, flipping through pages, confirming the impossible. Bee Brown’s updates had been agonizingly slow. Series one had taken forever to conclude, and I knew the wait for the sequel would feel endless. Yet here it was.

“Zoe spent nights in the rain pursuing Greg back then. Now, she’s just trying to climb up the ranks! She’s just a low-level employee from a humble background. She’s not fit to be your Donna!” A photo slipped from her fingers, its yellowed pages showing me drenched in rain, hair plastered to my face, stubbornly staring at a single point, looking utterly miserable. Greg’s eyes widened sharply, and his fingers curled unconsciously into a fist. “Loving someone isn’t a mistake.” Julian’s voice rang out, steady and calm. He held my hand tightly as he said, “The mistake is someone taking advantage of that love, enjoying it while letting a third party interfere.”

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.

I read the Angel and demons, authored by Dan Brown. Duke gave it to me as a gift last valentines day because he knows that I love reading with a cute heart bracelet and with a teddy bear on it. I read until I fell asleep. Hoping for tomorrow when I open my eyes. He is already home sleeping beside me. Warming my body with his embrace.

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.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

It was bound with beautiful teal leather that caught my eye. I took it from his stretched hand. He took his seat once again and I looked at it. The book had a faint musty scent and surprisingly, it felt light as a feather in my hands. I fingered the gold letterings delicately, a part of me scared that I might disarrange them. It read Lost Memories. I couldn't take my eyes away from it. It felt like it called to me. I turned the cover over and it revealed an almost blank page. I almost did not notice the small writing at the very edge of the page.