David Baldacci New Book Novels & Stories

BAILEE “The son of Senator Johnson, Caleb Johnson, has been making waves in the news lately. From a video of him choking and then attempting to run over his ex-wife, Bailee Evans, to the latest scandal of corporate espionage, Caleb Johnson is now wanted by the state of New York for multiple crimes.” I stared wide-eyed at my phone. The brightness was turned all the way down, but I could still see everything very clearly in the dimly lit room. Alex’s blackout curtains did wonders, but based on the time, I knew I had only been out for a couple of hours, and it was still early afternoon.

The grey-blue eyes which stared back at her were bright, yet dark and she still couldn't believe it was him; the same man who she'd met in prison and made her life feel like hell, was clad in a three piece suit which exaggerated his athletic build and chiselled jaw. And if that wasn't enough, he's getting married to Tessa Maddox; THE Tessa Maddox! "It can't be possible." Lena whispered, wallowing in her disbelief as her eyes read the tagline "The man, the myth, the legend: Thane Moneau's journey to the top." 'What top?!' her head screamed still not accepting the fact she was staring at a billionaire boss. The same Thane who is the son of her now dead boss. Her eyes strayed to the date on the

Oscar raised an eyebrow at me in hope that I would repeat myself but like a timid little girl in the presence of this billionaire, I choked on my own words. Another thing I have to think about is this party we are going to. I closed a book about my life and I threw it away. The characters in the book -Courtney Hale, Christopher St Patrick, Francis Harrington, Henrik Sinclair, Giovanni Balotelli, Sonia Balotelli and Nathan Bale- went with that book. In simple terms, I moved on. I don't want to go to this party because I will obviously run into all of them. I want to tell Wayne the whole truth of how I wound up in New York but who wants the baggage? Who wants an eighteen year old Mafia girl wh

he wondered, half-asleep. "We're on our way to Leba." From the front passenger seat, Javier warned him, "You better be correct." The guy in charge of the show, it seems, preferred to be driven whenever feasible. Or maybe he just wanted to keep an eye on the prisoner because he wasn't sure about the guard in the back with Dave. And to know that it was only by chance that he was able to leave early because his underground den had been raided by the authorities, followed by some investigation into a certain detective Rodrigues, whom he thought was dead, but he was lucky that he wasn't there in the den but at Alfonso's mansion when the police raided their underground haven. "Oh, yes. All right,"

Amidst our little talk, my phone rang loudly. Picking it up and checking the caller, I realized it was an unsaved number. I answered the call. And it turned out to be his private investigator. “Hello, sir, I'm so sorry for not reaching out to you yesterday. My phone got stolen and I had to get a new one this morning. Mr. Hillary didn't leave his company all throughout yesterday. He would be having a meal with his family at one of his hotels, which I'm yet to confirm.” “Thank you for the information, Richmond,” I muttered and hung up.

A blonde haired lady said into her recorder before bringing it close to my mouth. “I feel great about it?” I said curtly. Then there came another lady stretching her hand enough just so her recorder could near my mouth. “We learned it's a contract marriage, please, could you tell us if the terms are any stringent?” I held my breathe and swallowed a lump. “I would rather not disclose that to the public.” “How does it feel to become an accidental billionaire?” A voice trailed over, and with that I wound up the glass and drove by. We remained silent throughout the rest of our drive until we arrived at Beatrice's office. I pulled up in the parking lot and killed the car engine. “We are 10 minute

He leans over and opens the door, and I stare at the hospital before us with a dishevelled, troubled mind. There’s a possibility Dimitri is alive… What do we do?? ******* Salvatore; I shut my eyes as I flip the last page of the novel. It’s done already?? A certain kind of longing begins to brew in my chest as I stare at the book. It’s titled Through His Eyes by BlueBird. I noticed David likes this author and I chose to look into some of their other works, and well… now I can see why. This book was such an adventure… It had my attention from the very first page, down to the last…

The bedroom door opened right then, and my heart threatened to plummet out of my mouth as he walked inside, his dark eyes meeting mine in the mirror. Holy fucking hell. Nico Baldocchi, the heir to the Baldocchi throne, was gorgeous in the darkest way possible. He was so intense that I sometimes forgot how to breathe when I was near him. He’s the embodiment of the alpha male straight out of those best-selling, steamy novels women couldn’t stop raving about.

Blythe asked “No… But I do know one thing: she's married to a rich man. No, not just any man. She's married to Damien Sullivan!” “The second richest fashion brand owner?” "No, actually, he is the first now after one of the Richardson sons had gone to prison all of a sudden.!” Becky pointed out. Blythe, on the other hand, never heard about Damien's wedding; for all he knew he could be less interested, which meant he neither recognizes the wife nor knows her name. “I just want to see my daughter; feel her!” Becky added,She was already stressed out from all of the thinking and the fact that she felt like there was something she could do, but she just didn't know what.”

"I know you're involved in James' accident. And I want you to tell me why." Alex's expression changed, his eyes narrowing, his face twisting in anger. "How dare you lay such accusations without proof," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I don't know what you're talking about, Bella. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you." Bella's eyes locked onto Alex's, her expression determined. "Just so you know, you're a prime suspect and I'm going to find out the truth, Alex," she said in her voice. "And when I do, you're going to regret ever crossing me and I promise you, you end up in jail for the rest of your life"