Novelas y relatos de Daniel Silva New Novel

His concerns were not unfounded. Silvester kicked the chair beside him in rage. “This is blasphemy! We are already at this point in our lives, but yet, a single small fry is screwing with us. Dang it!” No matter how high you were on the ladder, as long as you had some secret that you did not want anyone else to know, your hands would remain tied. On the other end. Right after, Daniel returned to his car, opened up his clothes, and took a look at the black spots on his body. The longer he looked at it, the worse and angrier he felt.

Of the man who, for all his steel and power, was still hiding behind silence. Daniel knew that silence well. He had lived in it all his life. But he also knew it was only half the story. Silence could protect. Silence could shield. But silence could also destroy. And if Ethan Richard didn’t learn that soon, he would lose everything—not just Daniel, but himself. Daniel clenched his jaw, determination hardening in his chest. He had run once. He had given Ethan space, convinced himself it was for the best. But he wasn’t that boy anymore. He wasn’t the child who watched his father die unnoticed, who let his mother waste away under shame.

“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.

He was already seated, suit perfect, tie straight, hands folded like he had nothing to hide. Naya slid into her seat beside me, her posture perfect, but her eyes sharp enough to cut glass. “Long drive?” Daniel asked, his voice smooth. She smiled faintly. “Not long enough.” His brow ticked upward, but he didn’t take the bait. He launched into his prepared speech, playing the victim with surgical precision — talking about how the media had spun things, how he was suffering too, how public scrutiny was affecting his family. Naya let him talk. Then she leaned forward, her voice low. “You don’t get to call it a family when you destroyed mine.”

It can be read as a stand-alone novel but if you want to learn better about their previous lives then you might wanna go check out PA first. **~~** Danny and Louis are reborn but one was born with the memories of their past lives while the other stays bound to the last words spoken to him on his deathbed. The only clue to unraveling their eternal bonds lies in their identical birthmarks, one of great meaning and importance. Let's follow Levon and Dylon as they journey through discovery, acceptance, lust, hurt, and uncontrollable love for one another. Hope this time fate smiles better on our boys. **~~** ®©

"I'm apparently your therapist today, so I might as well see this through. What possessed you to marry her in the first place?" Silas leaned back and stared at the exposed industrial ductwork crisscrossing the ceiling. "Do you know what our novel is called?" The question came out of nowhere, edged with bitter humor. Avery blinked. "What novel?" "In my head, the last three years were one badly written novel with a terrible ending." Silas lowered his gaze to the drafting pen on his desk. "It was called 'When the Contract Ends, Ms. Sloan, You're Free'." Avery froze. "What contract?"

I stood still in the center of the abandoned village, its silence louder than any scream. "Is anyone here?!" I cried out, my voice sharp and panicked, echoing across the empty space. Nothing. Time had stopped. The rain had ceased, frozen mid-fall, and darkness crept in from all directions, heavy and unnatural. Then—footsteps. Soft, cautious, like someone trying not to wake a sleeping thought. "Devin?"

❄️ 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. ---