Daniel Silva New Novel Novels & Stories

Doctor Silas quickly nodded in understanding and Daniel went inside. She was sleeping when he entered the room and he sat down beside her bed and stared at her, he felt a fierce protective feeling rising within him. "Daniel..." she whispered in her sleep and for some reason, Daniel felt glad that she was calling out to her husband instead of Nikolai, he would have granted her wish by being beside her as Daniel but he was too expensively dressed and she would question him because Daniel would not have money to dress in Italian designer cloth and shoes. He has a meeting to attend with an Italian mob and had already dressed up as Nikolai Klaus before her incident.

HI, Sooo... This will be the end of the first book. I was wondering how to end it and this seems like the perfect way( For the time being, I guess). For two months I had a full-blown writing spurt and now it has come to an abrupt stop. So yeah, the second book will take some time to be published. But I will do it, I just need to get back in that headspace. Thank you for taking your time, to read this weird thing that I call a book. Hopefully, you liked it and would be back for more.

"It is." They sat back down. The books were still open, both at pages that were no longer being read. The lamp made its circle. The city moved outside in its spring configuration. And Daniel sat on the sofa in a dark green scarf in April, holding a hand, and felt the whole accumulated weight of the year settle into something that was not triumph and not resolution but simply — arrival. He had arrived. He was staying. End of Chapter Forty-Nine

Once we left the hospital, Daniel was on his phone before we even reached the car, his voice was low and commanding. “Did you land in Italy? Are the teams in place?” he asked his butler and head of security. I could hear a faint ‘Yes, Sir’ from the other end of the line. Daniel nodded, snapping the phone shut. “Come on. You need to rest before we go looking for your family. The Silvas are powerful here. They’re old money, wealthy beyond imagination. They won’t be hard to track, but we need to be smart about how we approach them.”

"Felix, do you even know how to have a conversation? If not, then just keep quiet." Daniel slowly looked up at Sienna. Though her irritation made her look cute to Daniel, Felix found it rather intimidating. Nervously, Felix sipped his coffee and tried to be composed while glued to the TV screen. He didn't dare utter a word. When Sienna met Daniel's intense gaze, she suddenly felt guilty. A year ago, she wrote a book while working as a caregiver at Daniel's house, and the main character was based on him. "What's your pen name?" Daniel asked, noticing Sienna's nervousness.

I let out a sigh and said, “Come in.” The door opened, and Daniel walked in with his usual confident smile. “Tristan,” he greeted warmly, stretching his hand forward. I stood, shook his hand firmly. “Daniel. It has been long.” “It has,” he said, taking a seat across from me. His eyes swept over me, like he was scanning me for weakness. “You look worse than the last time.” I rolled my eyes. “And you look like you still talk too much.” He laughed. “I heard about Nova. You bought it. Always making bold moves. But tell me… was it just business, or was it because of her?”

Aurora Silence stretched across the room, thick and alive, like the air itself was holding its breath. Every muscle, every heartbeat, every inhale—tense. Waiting. Daniel was a man of many trades, but when he opened his mouth, he either fucked it up for everyone, shocked the entire room, or unleashed a truth so sharp and dangerous it could cut through empires. That was Daniel—reckless, frighteningly precise.

he shouted, hiding his face with his hand. "Silas?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Thanks to Mother Selene that you stopped." he sighed in relief, removing his hand from his face. But observing me glaring at me, he spoke again, "It's really me." so that I could believe that it was indeed him. "Okay! You can ask me anything to verify it." "My favorite movie?" "Twilight." "My favorite Series?" "Lucifer" "Wait! Hold on! He knows so much about you while I don't know a thing.", Daniel asked, feeling jealous.

A shift. Not external. Internal. Again. Stronger this time. --- Victor felt it. Ariana felt it. Even Roman stiffened slightly. “What is that?” he muttered. Silas scanned the area instantly. “Something’s wrong.” But nothing around them had changed. No movement. No threat. No visible cause. Only— Daniel. Standing there. Looking at his phone. And for the first time— hesitating. Not like before. This wasn’t clarity. This was… pressure.

"Is that how you greet paying customers? I thought we were friends." The giant—Silas—looked at Tristan. The red eye narrowed. "The Viper," Silas spat. "I heard you were dead. Or drunk. Usually both." "Rumors of my sobriety are greatly exaggerated," Tristan drawled. "Sit down, Silas. I’m buying." Silas hesitated, then sat heavily on the bench opposite them. The wood groaned under his weight. "Who’s the girl?" Silas asked, gesturing to Saoirse with his claw.