Novel & Cerita Daniel Silva Gabriel Allon Books In Order

I asked, obviously pissed. She giggled. “That General Alon can keep things in order, that she can handle anything,” she said. Our way back home was chilling because Snow kept humming. It was different from before, it wasn’t making me sleepy. It made me rather…calm. I felt like she was trying to calm my mind and heart. When we arrived back to camp, Snow went back to their tent to wash and change. Huh, acceptable. I guess she’s done for the day. When I entered our tent, General Alon was sitting in front of the computer, observing Gabriella and the others in the forest. They were discussing how to attack the next camp and how to fill my position.

The next few days settled into a strange, suspended rhythm. We were prisoners, but we were prisoners together. Our apartment became a strange hybrid of war room and awkward first home. Lorenzo, it turned out, was a relentless planner. The folder from Matteo grew into a stack of files, printouts, and encrypted notes. He spread them out on the dining table, which became our command center. He had a mind for detail that was almost frightening. He knew Gabriel’s career path, his known allies, the structure of his network within the Alliance. He had dossiers on key Italian political figures who might be sympathetic or hostile. He even had a file on my father’s company, complete with cash-flow pro

He opens one eye, then closes it again. As if I were already invisible. I close my eyes. And I finally allow myself to cry. Not for him. Not for me. For all that we have destroyed. And for what I will have to build alone. A city. A new identity. A name that belongs to no one. Hidden scars. And a memory buried with each dawn. Gabriel – Let her go. My voice snaps. The men stop. Daniel is no longer here. Sofia is gone too. Only I remain.

He was deciding whether to believe any of us. And that was a much bigger problem. Because trust, once fractured, rarely breaks in only one direction. Gabriel seemed to understand that too. A faint smile touched his face. Not victorious. Patient. Like a man watching events unfold exactly as expected. Then he reached into his coat. Immediately, every operative behind him straightened. Nathaniel tensed. Julian swore under his breath. Even Evelyn looked alarmed. Gabriel withdrew a thin black folder. Water rolled off the cover as he held it out toward Elon.

Instead, the blast ripped through the Duke’s own luxury yacht, the result of sabotage quietly carried out remotely by Gabriel, using a signal Liora had secretly sent earlier. END OF CHAPTER 149

Chapter: 27 ****** Their steps were measured and deliberate as Azrael led Offilies through the aisles of books. The library was vast and quiet, the only sound accompanying their conversation was the soft rustle of pages and the occasional fluttering of wings from passing Ceruleanians. As Azrael confessed his forbidden affairs with the Devil, Offilies listened intently, his cerulean eyes widening with each revelation. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by a myriad of emotions—shock, concern, and an underlying fear for his beloved Prince's well-being.

Sabrina moved with precision, her body language betraying none of the turmoil I knew she felt. She was remarkable, a weapon I had carefully honed. Yet, I sensed the fractures beneath her icy exterior. Tonight would be the moment she realized how deeply I controlled her. The monitor showed her entering the warehouse, her movements fluid and efficient. She would find the hostages soon, and then the true test would begin. Would she follow my orders? Or would she falter, letting her conscience dictate her actions? Either way, the outcome would serve my purpose. Leaning back in my chair, I lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly, savoring the moment.

“…the truth dies here.” Sophia immediately understood. “The victims’ records.” Gabriel nodded. “The names.” “The files.” “The proof.” Daniel looked between the screen and the countdown. “We don’t have time for both.” Gabriel smiled faintly. “That’s why we’re finally acting like a family.” He looked at each of them through the monitor. “We split up.” “Damien and I secure Black Hollow.” “The rest of you reach Helix Summit.” Elena’s face fell. “No.” She stepped closer to the monitor.

⸻ Amelia looked at the portrait again. Everything about it felt… normal. Peaceful. Nothing suggested betrayal. “Then what happened?” Gabriel rested a hand on the desk. “The Dominion happened.” “Claire accepted August’s offer.” “Daniel refused.” Samuel finished the story. “They chose different sides.” Gabriel nodded. “And they never saw each other again.” ⸻ Olivia carefully searched the desk drawers. Most were empty. Until she found a leather journal. Its cover bore no title. Only the initials: C.N.

If only it worked that way. As my consciousness faded, my soul felt yanked back—to that Halloween night that changed everything. Lights strung like jack-o'-lanterns, crowds surging like a river. I was gripping my little brother Matthew Duncan's hand—warm and soft—terrified that if I let go for even a second, the tide of people would swallow him up. But in the blink of an eye, a puppet-maker's stall caught his eye. He pointed at a fierce general figurine, bouncing with excitement. "Eli! I want that one! The general!"