Daylight David Baldacci Novels & Stories

All she saw was darkness, and in a way, she was drawn to it more and more as each day paster her by; it was a simple bliss. However, just like anything good in her life, it didn't last long. The blistering shrieks of an alarm rang through Harlow's ears. In perpetual search for the source, the beautiful brunette found herself in an entanglement within the sheets. Furiously, she shut her clock, and the sudden ear-splitting noise ended abruptly. Overwhelmed, she lay there perplexed.

Adam studied me for a moment before squaring his shoulders as if he had made a decision on something I wasn’t privy to. “Lizzy, Nathanial Devereaux isn’t your father. He’s ours, but your father is Alpha Lucas Montgomery of the Dark Moon pack.” The ground beneath me swayed, and I plopped to the ground, trying to get a handle on the spinning world around me. “I don’t believe you.” I whispered.

"Good night, darling..." "Good night, Mom..." Angel began to lie down on the waiting bed next to his mother's patient bed, taking a tilted position looking at the glass wall that showed the night sky. He took a deep breath, still very curious about the mastermind behind the attack on his house. "Could it be Jack? But Jack is a werewolf, not a vampire," muttered Angel with a glare. "So who?" Angel turned around, lying on her side facing her mother. He smiled slightly, looking at his mother who was sleeping with even breathing. "Thank you for sincerely loving me like your own flesh and blood, Mom... I'm lucky to have met you."

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.

The doctor nods in agreement, assuring David that the matter will remain confidential. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lavish clubhouse as both Terry and Jay are struggling to break the door. It is becoming difficult for Blackwood to keep them occupied inside. He is waiting for his master’s command, hoping that he won’t be recognizable. David Nashville, a man of hidden intentions, calls his loyal guard, asking him to release his children, Terry and Jay. The matter has been settled, and with the doctor's departure, David see no reason to keep his sons locked inside any longer. Blackwood silently follows the instructions, his stoic demeanor betraying no hint of his thoughts, as

The morning after the Alkaled disaster, Los Angeles woke to a storm it couldn’t ignore. Headlines screamed across every screen: “BLACKWOOD ACADEMY ALUM GREY MICHAELSON WANTED FOR MURDER OF POLICE OFFICER” “OLD COVER-UP EXPOSED: DID BLACKWOOD PATRIARCH KNOW?” “SEX TAPE, AFFAIRS, BASTARD CHILDREN—THE BLACKWOOD & PIERCE FAMILIES IMPLODE”

And David knew, the real war had only just begun. The revelation about 'The Architect' detonated David's carefully constructed peace in Bali. The serene beauty of the island, which had only moments ago felt like a sanctuary, now felt like a cage. The weight of his father's death, an old, raw wound he had thought was caused by fate or petty crime, was now revealed to be the deliberate act of a master manipulator. David understood, with chilling clarity, that his entire life, his career, his descent into the underworld, and even his eventual quest for peace, had been orchestrated as part of this man’s grand design.

If anything, it felt stronger now, because I finally knew just how much he'd been hiding. We ended up curled together on his couch again, our foreheads pressed together as we caught our breath. For a few seconds, everything felt quiet. Then his phone lit up on the counter, bright enough that we both noticed. It was a headline. A photo of us leaving the club that first night, grainy but still unmistakably us. Underneath it was a question mark followed by his name. Who is Rowan Archer's mystery girl — and is she about to cost him his season?

Liam POV The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, spilling gold across the resort’s manicured grounds. I stood on the balcony of my suite, coffee in hand, letting the quiet of the early morning seep into my bones. The world was still asleep, but my mind was already wide awake, running through schedules, projections, and most dangerously, her. Daisy Velasco. Even thinking her name was dangerous. She wasn’t just capable she was brilliant, precise, and measured.

She has worked so hard her whole life to support me and my career. "Miss Holmes, I want to let you know about your injuries, but before we begin this gentleman behind me has some things to go over with you." Dr. Matthews says. I sit on the chair next to my mother intending to stay in this same spot until someone forces me to leave. I hold my mother's hand and prepare for the worst. I have an idea what this detective is about to say. "Miss Holmes, I'm detective Anderson. I am the one in charge of the investigation regarding your café. He walks closer to the bed my mother is resting on, and I can see the hard lines across his forehead become more visible. This man does not have good news.