Romans & histoires Dan Brown

And then he fell and died. "the video seems pretty straight forward to me, he fell down and died. It was a freak incident" Dante said. "but what was he screaming at?" Paolo asked. "Yes, what was all that about?" Dante asked the chief security. "For the past weeks, master has been having bad nightmares and seeing hallucinations of things of things not there. Master's doctor diagnosed him with a stress disorder and recommended lots of rest. I am sure he must have seen one of his hallucinations last night" the chief of security replied.

Brown had asked questions to distract them. "Dad, this is irresponsible," Luciana said to the man, who did not know that the Santiago they were expecting was the girl's father. When the door opened, neither of them could prevent their gazes from connecting again. —Santiago, son, it's good that you finally arrive, were you able to solve the problem? —Ronald asked, worried about the little girl. —Yes, Mr. Brown, he is in his office right now. — Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl.

The guy said with a smile. “It is an honour to meet you guys.” He said and Danielle smiled. “He is a fan.” Danielle said happily and Daniel scoffed. Hmm, dude, blonde hair, pink lips... “ “The name is Bryan.” He said cutting Damien off. “Good, Bryan, you might have gotten our sister excited but it will never work on us.” Damien said and Daniel nodded. “Oh, and I follow Daniel on I*******m and like all his post, I am a top fan on two of his pages on F******k, I also earned a badge for it.” He said and Daniel smiled happily.

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

The doors slid open with a soft chime, and Lorenzo stepped out first, talking to Dante. “I’m going to The Blackroom...” I heard him say in the hallway, but I walked out and kept going without giving him a second look. I didn’t want to hear him talk about getting tangled up with one of his whores... like the one he’d hired for his house wasn’t enough. Truth is, spiraling like this wasn’t doing me any good... but here I was anyway, winding my own mind up tighter. Didn’t I say this was just business? Why the hell should I care if this Alpha went to fuck someone else?

“Alpha, you wanted to see me?” “Brownstone doesn’t exist in the registry,” Aiden said. Damon’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s not possible. Both Declan and I come from Brownstone.” “What was Brownstone known for, Damon?” I asked. “We knew how to remove properties from the earth’s elements. There wasn’t much profit in it, but when you are looking for nutritional value in food and things of that nature, it’s helpful to have.” “I bet this has something to do with Heath,” Lacy said.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

"I will now tell you everything that you need to know." Three people are gathering in this room, a glass wall separating them from the rest of an office filled with people. A woman and a man sitting in front of another man's desk. This man is a famous detective by the name of Vanity Brown. A title that he gave himself to make himself seem like a crazy person to most, helped him not be noticed by unwanted people. A man who has been following the entire situation between everyone in the hotel since he was nineteen years old.

Brown accepted the plate of food Brian offered. "Don't defend him, Brian. Because of his nonsense, I had to work overtime till late tonight. Maybe it's time he retired." Brown said this calmly, but the bomb landed squarely, his face dead serious. Brian just laughed. "Hey, don't joke like that. Don't say weird things." "What?" Brown shoveled in rice, chewed, and looked away with indifference. "Don't go saying weird things to Damian, okay? Especially nonsense like continents, Antarctica, snowmen. I'll get back at you and curse you while digging through the ice."

Daniel Brooke was stuck in an island resort with Jasmine Brown. Mr. Mayor owned that island, and the security sealed all the entry and exit points. There were no guests in the resort other than them. Jasmine Brown was spending time happily while Daniel Brooke was fidgety. He was waiting for a response from the private detective. Every hour he checked his mail, hoping that he would receive information from him.