Novel & Cerita Daniel Silva New Novel

“We move carefully. Too fast, and Daniel will know exactly where to strike back. He’ll play the victim. He always does.” Luca looked at me, his eyes soft but steady. “Whatever you choose, I’ll stand with you. Even if it burns everything down.” Their voices swirled around me, but it was the silence between words that cut deepest. The silence of knowing Daniel wouldn’t sit idle. Somewhere, even now, he was calculating. And I wasn’t wrong. Because across town, in a sterile office with walls lined by polished certificates, Daniel Cole sat behind his desk, staring at a glass of whiskey he hadn’t touched. His phone vibrated. A text. No name, just a number.

I wondered if the latter had an inferiority complex after finding out he had a half-brother. “Alpha Crane,” Silas greeted first. Daniel bowed. “It is an honor to finally meet you, Alpha Crane,” his words were smooth, humble, but no added layer of subservience or willingness to please. “Daniel Croft. I have heard much about you,” I remarked then turned to Silas. “You are completely recovered now. What do you intend to do when you return to your pack?” Silas’expression darkened and I noticed Daniel’s glance land on his father, waiting with unreadable eyes.

❄️ Final Breakdown Daniel’s eyes turned cold instantly. He pushed Sonia away harshly. Sonia fell and got burned by hot coffee. A painful gasp escaped her lips. “Get out.” No emotion. No mercy. After she left, Daniel locked the door. Then he walked into the washroom. Turned on the shower. And stood under the water, scrubbing his skin hard… as if trying to erase something invisible. His voice echoed softly— “Only you… baby.” “My body should carry only your presence.” ❤️

" Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing. Then William called. "Joelle?" His voice was so calm, it cut through everything—the thunder, the rain, even the echo of Nathan's voice. "Are you crying?" I wanted to say no. Really tried. But nothing came out. And like my silence gave him the answer, the tears just broke loose. "Stay where you are," he said, steady as ever. "I'm coming to get you." *** Nathan was single again. A bunch of spoiled rich kids threw a "singles party" at the club, drowning in shots and laughs.

Daniel leaned against the wall, watching her. “You see?” he said softly. “The city knows your name now. Even if it whispers it, it knows.” Promise closed the magazine, her voice fierce and steady. “No. Not just whispers. One day, Daniel, the whole world will shout it.” She lay down, clutching the magazine to her chest, her eyes wide with the fire of tomorrow. The city still bared its teeth, but she was learning to bite back. ---

Sonia stared at the ceiling of the safe house. It was cracked and water-stained, but she welcomed the stillness. After the fire. After the screams. After the smoke choking their lungs and the sound of gunfire echoing in her ears silence was a gift. Daniel lay on a mattress across from her, wrapped in bandages and fevered sweat. His breathing was shallow, but steady. His presence grounded her, but it also haunted her. He was alive. But the things they had done to him...

“…what is Black Hollow?” He stared at the note. For several seconds, he couldn’t speak. Finally… His voice came out as little more than a whisper. “I prayed…” “…no one would ever say that name again.” The drawing room fell silent. Daniel stared at the white envelope as though it had dragged him back into a nightmare. “I prayed…” he whispered again. “…no one would ever say that name.” Elena took a cautious step toward him. “What is Black Hollow?” Daniel didn’t answer.

Darius replied, which was a shocking answer because I didn't expect that at all, "but Silas would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, and no matter how you lie to yourself, you know that deep down." "I never knew you were such an advocate for him." "I'm not. I'm just telling you what you already know." "I'm done with all of this. I am tired, and I need to get myself and my fiancé home." I walked back into the room, and Daniel was still seated on the bed, staring blankly into the walls. I knew he was trying to process all I had just told him, and I was grateful he wasn't freaking out anymore, I guess.

Liliana stood by the window on the second floor of the shipping company, watching the black car drive out of the city. Joseph stood behind her. "He's gone." "Yeah." "He might come back." "I know." Joseph was quiet for a moment. "If he does, what will you do?" Liliana turned around. Sunlight streamed through the window, catching the silver eagle badge on her chest. "Nothing," she said. "I have a new life, and he's not part of it." Joseph looked at her. "Let's go," he said. "A new shipment just came in."

"So if you weren’t dealing with... all this, what would you be doing right now?" "I don’t know. Something quiet. Baking maybe. Reading." "A reader. I knew it." "How?" "You’ve got that look. Like you see more than you say." I laugh. "That’s a poetic way of calling me guarded." "You said it, not me." We spend the next hour walking again, wandering into bookstores, little artisan shops, quiet corners of the city that feel like whispers compared to the noise of real life. Daniel doesn’t push. He tells stories—about his daughters, one who wants to be a vet and the other obsessed with space. About his job. His first apartment. A vacation in Barcelona where everything went wrong, and somehow that m