Novel & Cerita Daniel Silva Gabriel Allon Books In Order

The room was the full hight of the building filled with dark wood and cream walls and a deep red carpet, with a staircase and balcony’s that ran along each wall, there had to be hundreds of thousands of books, I expected it actually rivalled that of the main library’s. “What are we doing?” I asked my quiet voice carrying in the open room. “We have a different set of records here than Michelle has access to, A lot of this is records kept by past Alphas of Blackrock. I recognise the names of the Alpha sisters. I just have a hunch.” He muttered somewhat answering my question but also seemingly talking to himself s he climbed as set of stairs and scanned the closest shelves for something in part

Title: The Hunter and the Prey POV: Damian Silence prevailed in my room, the only noise the tick of the old clock on the wall. The weight of the past few days hung heavy over my shoulders. Bianca was no longer present, her frantic cries muffled for eternity. But I was not naive enough to think the war was over. If anything, this was only the beginning. Gabriel Dantes. The one who had orchestrated it all in the background. The one who had used Bianca like a chess piece. And now, he was the sole remaining threat.

It was Gabriel who moved first, yet even that was cautious, restrained, as if the floor itself might object. “You’re saying,” Gabriel began, then stopped. He exhaled and tried again. “You’re saying even he couldn’t—” “Yes.” Zadkiel inserted quietly. “I’m saying there is no record of anyone ever doing so after him. No success for we were the only ones who knew this book exist. Not even the Levites in the Levite Garden." Lucifer's eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in focus. "A closed system," he muttered. "Perfectly inert. Perfectly present."

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.”

“My duty is to protect Ava.” Gabriel smiled. “Exactly.” Daniel frowned. “From you.” “No.” Gabriel's eyes became cold. “From herself.” Silence. Ava looked at Daniel. “What does he mean?” Daniel shook his head. “I don't know.” Gabriel pressed a button. A screen behind them illuminated. A document appeared. At the top was a symbol Ava recognized. The Black Rose. Below it were several names. GABRIEL. AMARA. DANIEL'S FATHER.

"I think someone else is behind this." "Do you have any suspects?" Damon pressed. Nyla hesitated for a moment before lowering her voice. "I suspect Gabriel." She had resisted the thought for a long time, as she and Gabriel had once had a friendly relationship. She didn't want to believe he would hurt her. But no one else made sense now. Damon nodded. "The week before the data leak, he was ordering two cups of coffee every day at lunch. But the day after your computer was set to send the email, he stopped. Also, according to his medical records overseas, he's been treated for insomnia."

The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)

The flame of the solitary tallow wick on the table flickered wildly, casting long, dancing shadows across the bare stone walls. He stood by the window, his back to me, his broad shoulders blocking the dark skyline outside. "I am not telling Silas anything," Gabriel said, his voice flat as ice. "Silas thinks with his knife. If he knew what was sitting in your blood, he'd burn this tower to the ground and blame it on the cult." I let out a slow, silent breath, sliding down an inch until my hips met the edge of the mattress. The wool blanket felt thick and rough under my palms. "Then why are you standing in my room?"

Morning light passed through stained-glass windows, painting fractured colours across the floor. Gabriel approached the altar. “Our mother showed me this hiding place shortly before she became ill.” He removed a marble panel beneath the statue of the Virgin Mary. A waterproof container rested inside the hollow space. Alessia lifted it out. The final ledger was smaller than Sofia’s original book. Gabriel had filled every page with payment dates, account numbers and names connected to Moretti operations. Several entries were recent. Alessia’s heart sank. “Dante knew these payments continued.” “He inherited the system,” Gabriel said. “Whether he maintained it willingly is another question.”

Harold's minds brooded over the question as he wiped the books upon books clean and rearranged them; Celine Dazzle's ‘A trip on Brooms’, Mitch Flibberton's ‘Wolfaholic’ and so on. After neatly arranging nothing less than a hundred and fifty books, he slumped onto seat closest to him, gasping and dripping with sweat as the wind that blew from the window comforted him. As he sat, he wondered what Wilkes will be doing. Perhaps having a nap. Definitely, Trisha would have gone back to her hostel—maybe branched at the library to pick a book or two. Harold was still deep in his thoughts about his friends, the contest, Prof. Ericson, Mrs. Perry, Mr. Heathers and so on when a subtle vibration reached