Inferno Novel Dan Brown Novels & Stories

"This is actually a reverse harem novel. There are two romance routes in this story—one where Evelyn finds herself with Rafael, and another where she ends up with Xavier. You're the shared female antagonist in both routes," the system explained. I was at a complete loss for words. "Bet you didn't see that coming, didn't you?" I took a deep breath, then another. "System," I said. "Yes, I'm here." "Can I request to blow up this godforsaken world right now?" I gritted out.

He'll never reach me in time. He yells and I smile. Whatever he says, it's too late. I dive. The wind slides over my flesh and the burning sensation takes hold of me again. It builds and it feels as if my entire body is eaten by flames. The pain stops my breath. I've almost died of cancer, crossed realms, and been cast aside by a dragon. I can handle pain.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

“I don’t want to go in there again.” “… It’s all because of you.” Dómr uttered as he pops a vein on his forehead. A Flare-Eater and a Hellhound… this combination burns up a lot of oxygen. “You almost died because of the lack of oxygen…?” I asked. “Not only that, this dungeon is dark and filled with lots of those things. Dómr and I had to bombard our way in with our ice magic.” “Seems like you had a hard time…” “Obviously. We have been killing thousands of those things non-stop for three hours.”

She became part of the casualties, one less problem on their ledgers. She clawed her way out from under the rubble, nails bloody, left shoulder hanging wrong. Two fingers bent sideways—she nearly gagged at the sight. She didn’t cry. She dragged herself clear of the wreck, crawled through a hole in the burning wall, and collapsed in the icy mud behind the kitchens. Dawn crept over the sky in violet and gold. Pretty, if you like that sort of thing. She hated it. She hated that it never changed, that the beauty meant nothing whether she’d been the clan’s prize or disgrace. Hated the stars for not even pretending to care. Hated her own lungs for gasping, her heart for beating stubbornly on.

Alfonso shouted when he walked out of the bathroom to meet her in the same bathroom. Chanel didn’t bother answering him. She couldn’t move. Alfonso changed into a pair of jeans and a tee before he left slamming the door. That night, Maria was left to pick up the pieces he had left broken. From that night, she knew not to keep her body from him. If not for anything, but so she wouldn’t have to go through what she did. Chanel mourned Ian’s death like nothing else. Alfonso was a heartless killer. He was a selfless bastard and a monster. Killing an innocent man.

Well, he has a nice taste in music. I focused myself on the books, he has a variety of good novels though. I tried to get Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code but when I moved it something terribly opened. There was a secret passage through the shelf. Fuck me, what is this? What are you hiding here, Rodney? I grabbed my phone to open the flashlight because it was dark down there, and I saw a staircase again, I was very curious so I went down. I took a few steps and heard a loud gunshot, the sound was covering the whole place, I also heard footsteps.

Right? …Oh God. I collapsed onto my bed, mentally screaming. Lucian was… intense. Rough. Confident. Very, VERY experienced. And I was… A virgin. A painfully curious, sexually frustrated virgin who just accidentally watched the hottest live-action p**n in existence performed by the one man who already made my stomach do cartwheels when he was fully clothed. Now I’d seen… everything. I rolled onto my back and covered my burning face. “I’m going to hell.”

132 CHARLES' POV After leaving the place I met with Hunter where I'd finalized my transformation into Stanley Richardson, I drove the rented black Ferrari through the city streets toward my destiny. Every mile that passed brought me closer to claiming what had been stolen from me years ago—Alora, the life I deserved, and the ultimate revenge against the man who had destroyed everything I held dear.