Dan Brown Novels & Stories

I had to quickly think of how to keep him close, that was how I told him I was a lesbian, so he won't have issues with being with me. I had to listen to him talk about his Erica every time I went visiting him, I pretended to give him a listening ear when in my deepest of hearts, I wanted him for myself. Who wouldn't love or want Damian Anderson? He is tall, he is handsome, caring, and to top the chart, he is a secret billionaire. Who needs love when there is so much money flying around. Damian is a big spender and he has unknowingly been helping me sponsor my secret addiction. With the global economic meltdown, the price of purchasing coke and other hard drugs from the street has tripled. My

Jonathan's my older brother. I grumbled as I put on my hoodie and walked downstairs, as I neared the living room, I heard his and my mum's voice, but there was another deep and slightly unfamiliar one. I walked faster just to see the owner of that sexily deep voice, and I was not disappointed. He stood a few inches taller than Jonathan, black hair and beautiful sapphire eyes. Yup he'll do. "He's probably here to steal some more food." I said for them to acknowledge me.

Since this was her roommate and they would be stuck together for quite a while, why not? “I’m Adriella, historical forensics major. I like guys with square jaws, beards, no chest hairs. I love paranormal, romance and basically anything supernatural and absolutely hate anything fan fiction or teen fiction. Yes, this is my natural hair, not some cheap dye. Don't ever remind me I'm five foot eight but you can remind me that I have big boobs and cute dimples.”

And by now, I believe that she already gave up on it. “Yeah, I believe that the note that Domenico sent to mum was not only about me, Donatello. Yes, you are not a disgrace, but I am only a small part of what the Lycan wants. For him to live another century, he is literally going to suck your soul out after you die, and that would make him stronger, and younger. No one would be able to kill the man until the following eclipse” Katerina said, looking at her brother who frowned. “How long have you two known about this?”

There is dismay in the Samuel’s house. it has been days and Eleanor hasn’t returned after stomping away from the house. “Bob, you think she has gone to those monsters?” Mr Samuel asked as he stared distantly. He felt like a failed man. A man that failed to protect his wife and now his daughter. Uncle Bob’s eyes grew with anger. “I told you Samuel. I hate for those creatures to be mentioned here…if Eleanor is with them, then I must find them even if to the ends of the earth and bring her back…”

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

Damon said firmly. "He can shift into a stunning man with shoulder-length brown hair that is oftentimes braided and emerald green eyes. He has a mark on the right shoulder blade of his bow…it looks like a golden tattoo," Heidi explained to us all. Grayson noted all that the brownie had said and knelt before her. "Do you have anything with his scent upon it?" He asked the fidgety creature. Heidi waved him down more and whispered into his ear and Grayson nodded. I watched her dash off quickly and return a moment later with a small cloth she carried pinched between her tiny fingers.

she said, trying to remember who she was. “Who could that be?” he asked, still not interested in the conversation. “Black hair, brown eyes, a little on the short side in height. She had a few too many bandages on her.” Damien's eyes darkened, as soon as he knew who she was referring to. He clenched his jaw and his hands until they turned white. It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs.

Richard Brown had been killed he had been the first one to take back to his place before causing any more deaths. But, who could have killed him? That person had to be completely crazy, he or she couldn’t be called a human being. Maybe if he was occupying his place, he would be looking for the killed to help Judith. After all, Daniel knew exactly what it was like to not have a family with him. But if only he knew Mr. Brown’s death wouldn’t have happened if Alexander hadn’t ever changed his name, his life, his purposes. “Rest in peace, Mr. Brown.” Daniel said before looking at his wife and son for the last time to get back to his work.