Long Shadows David Baldacci Novels & Stories

Kowloon’s underworld pulsed with danger, its narrow alleys hiding The Shadow’s hidden stronghold, a fortified warehouse buried in Hong Kong’s neon sprawl. Kai Castellano moved through the shadows, his black jacket torn, his icy blue eyes burning with resolve. The Shadow’s network, tied to Dmitri Volkov and exposed at the summit, threatened their empire—Castellanos and La Rosa Nera—with a global war. Lorenzo’s betrayal, Alessio’s death, and Valentina’s sacrifice scarred Kai, but Gianna’s desperate kiss in the alley anchored him. His shoulder wound ached, his jaw clenched, their love a flame that burned through his pain.

I’ll handle it in the morning. I take my glass, with bottle of wine. I walk through the house, turning off the lights, making sure everything is locked up. Then, I head back upstairs to my bedroom and N*****x, feeling full and satisfied. I put the wine down with the glass, on the bedside table. I refresh the tv and press play. I curl up in the bed with a comfy blanket. Honestly, it’s moments like this that I do begin to miss New York. There’s no noise of the city, no friends like “Marcy” coming over to my house late night at eleven pm cause she was out have drinks and wants to crash. Owen getting pissed off cause he has to be awake for work in the morning. If that didn’t happen, he would get

His other hand wandered around my body aggressively, and I lost balance and lost my breath. Finally where I want to be. His hand slid down my thigh as he raised me to his hips. I wrapped my legs around him till he pushed me to the bed. I shuddered. Our mouths met in sweet urge, his hand brushed against the necklace I’d forgotten to take off, a small, silver locket my mom gave me and it had my initials engraved on the back. He paused, his fingers lingering on the cold metal, and I realized with a jolt of pure terror that he was staring right at the letters D.S.—Davina Shadownclaw.

Turning on his heel, he walked away from her, hurrying toward his private office located at the back of the establishment. Seven finally let out the long, shaky breath she had been holding, her shoulders sagging slightly. Carlos was the absolute manager of this high-end bar, but his authority extended far beyond inventory and alcohol. SN THIRST, like dozens of other lucrative businesses and properties scattered across the metropolitan area, belonged entirely to Master Dark. It was a front, a beautiful, heavily secured goldmine designed to launder money and gather intelligence, run exclusively by the shadow organization’s loyal sycophants.

my secretary said. "Okay, I will fix a date and visit the office," I said, ending the call. Just as I was about to drop my phone and concentrate on the show again, Ellan's call came in like he had been expecting me to get off my previous call. "Alpha Barker is still finding it hard to believe that Amelia is dead," Ellan said. "Find a way to stall him and make sure he doesn't believe it," I said. "Alright," Ellan said, ending the call.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

Time was of the essence—an invaluable factor in the unfolding situation. Count David foresaw immense wealth through the lucrative salt trade. He understood that patience and endurance during this period would enable him to amass a formidable armoured troop. The mere sight of his formidable army would strike fear into the hearts of his adversaries. Strength and power held paramount significance in this world according to David. He believed that possessing an overwhelming display of military might be the ultimate force to command respect and deter any opposition. … In the shadowy depths of the Noble Shadows, nestled within the slums of Viridescent Valley, four assassins carefully brought forth

he mumbled to himself as he pulled out his cell phone and called Heloise. Furious with him after hearing his confession, she yelled and berated his moral character for an easy five minutes before she assured him that she’d contact their shady connections in the darker side of shadow land and for him to just sit tight. He used this time to tug Vanessa’s clothes back onto her limp body as best he could. He’d just finished when the leader of the dark side of shadow land’s best errand man, Ocilian, materialized in the living room. He sniffed the air and grinned. “I smell sex.” Approaching Alfred, he looked down at Vanessa with beady black eyes. “Is this the trash that needs to be taken out?”