Novel & Cerita Daniel Silva Books In Order Gabriel Allon

“He’s telling the truth.” Alessia looked at Daniel in disbelief. “You knew?” Daniel nodded weakly. “I met Claudio once.” “When?” “Istanbul.” The same city. Everything kept leading back there. Claudio continued. “Antonio trusted very few people near the end.” “One was Father Gabriel.” The priest remained silent. “The second was Daniel.” Daniel lowered his eyes. “And the third...” He looked directly at Alessia. “...was me.” Lorenzo’s patience snapped. “You expect us to believe Antonio trusted the man everyone has been hunting?”

He ran his fingers along the spines of the oldest books, scanning for anything that might tell him about Daniel’s past. His pulse thundered in his ears. And then—he found it. A book with no title. Its leather cover blackened, scorched, as if it had barely survived a fire. Rigel opened it. And his breath stopped. There—written in ink so dark it looked like dried blood—was the story of Daniel’s past life. A prince. A warrior. A cursed being, feared and revered in equal measure. And a betrayal that had led to his fall. A name.

There was indeed a black leather notebook in a folder on the desk. She flipped to the last page and found a row of codes on it. Since she had found what she needed, she turned on the computer, but it needed a password. She immediately called Frank to ask. But Frank didn’t pick up her call, so she logged into Frank’s email through her phone and sent the information to Daniel. After completing her task, she looked around Daniel’s study. It was simply furnished, unlike Master Samson’s, which was filled with antiques. Daniel’s bookshelf was filled with books, and Arabella started to slide her fingertips across a row of them before picking out a book titled, “A Short History of Time”. She flipped

Gabriel sat back in his seat, fingers tapping the steering wheel like a slow countdown. “You’re holding back,” I muttered. His gaze cut to me. “You sure you want the rest?” I turned to him, fury barely held back. “Don’t start now.” Gabriel sighed. “All right. You want the whole picture? Here it is.” He reached into the center console and pulled out a manila folder—thin, worn, creased like it had passed through too many hands. He slid it into my lap. “Silvano had two daughters,” he said quietly. “The younger one’s name was Mariah.”

Daniel didn’t resist. You’ll have what you want, Daniel whispered, the words tasting like ash. “I’ll help you bring Knight Enterprises down. The man across from him smiled, sliding a folder across the table. “Good. Then the game begins. Daniel’s hand hesitated over the folder. Somewhere inside him, a part still screamed at him to stop. But louder than that was the voice that had haunted him for years: Gabriel’s laughter with Adrian, Gabriel’s love wasted on someone else. As Daniel closed his hand around the folder, he knew there was no turning back.

“I don’t sneak. People just don’t notice until it’s too late.” She set the book aside, her pulse still racing. “That sounds more like a threat than an apology.” Gabriel stepped into the room, the floor creaking under his weight. He moved like a predator, controlled, deliberate, but there was no malice in his eyes only something unreadable, something that tangled her insides. “Lorca wrote of silence, too,” Gabriel said, nodding toward the book. “He believed it was as sharp as any blade.” Lucy swallowed. “I think I understand that better than I ever wanted to.”

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

Just thinking about me made his features soften, and the corners of his lips curved in a faint smile. “Besides, she loves me too much. Even if she gets angry, as long as I make it up to her, she’ll forgive me.” However, before that smile could fade, his phone began ringing frantically. “Alpha Harry, there’s a riot of rogue wolves at the airport. They’ve taken control of the whole place!” Harry’s brow furrowed sharply. “Send the patrol squads to suppress them. I’ll head over as soon as I’m done here.” “But…” His second-in-command hesitated on the line. “There’s worse news. Someone has reported seeing Lianne at the airport. And… in a live stream just moments ago, she was spotted lying in a poo

Daniel stared at the message for a moment, then pressed send. Done. He deleted the message from the sent folder—covering his tracks. Then Daniel turned off Alina's phone, placing it back in the locked drawer. Daniel sat in the leather chair, pouring a second whiskey, feeling a dark satisfaction. Emma would back off now—especially after Martin "talked" to her. Alina would be isolated. Without outside influence. Without escape plans. Exactly where Daniel wanted her. But why was there something in his chest that felt wrong? Daniel ignored that feeling, focusing on the work documents in front of him.

NBYE-17-OMG. A file that followed Olivia after Northbridge. A strip from a private index. A cut edge beginning with four dangerous letters. And now two initials that pointed toward Daniel’s family without touching it fully enough to accuse. The room felt suddenly full of names that had not yet become proof. Outside, morning continued as if the world had not changed. Inside Daniel’s study, the old list had begun to answer. Not with clarity. With direction.