Novel Da Vinci Code Novels & Stories

I thought it was about the place called Santorini that is known for its beautiful architectural design- but I was wrong. The first 10 pages of the book are written in different languages. And every end of each page has a word 'code conduct- Sovrano' it's weird because there's no name of the author written. But the question in my mind answered when I saw the 11th page of the book.

The whites of Kilan’s eyes were all fear when I released him, and I turned and left him, the building creaking in response as I returned to the face of the world. Tokyo’s neon skyline sparkled outside my hotel window, the thrum of its heartbeat alien and relentless. I had registered under a false name, Lena Voss at my side, her haggard features of guilt for having helped Victor’s Codex. I looked around the room with my eyes vivid the photo of Vivianne meeting Cassandra playing in my head. I texted Elijah, fingers trembling, longing between each word: I miss you. Be safe. There was no response, and concern plagued me, followed by fear when his silence was heavier than the fog. Cassandra’s inv

The dawn was clean, the sky blue, the sirens fading. Elena smiled, tears streaming. “It’s over.” I kissed her forehead. “We’re free.” Mamá’s voice was soft. “My babies.” Alexander’s lips brushed Elena’s. “Forever.” Lila’s smile was small but real. “Family.” But the subway grate hissed. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in my handwriting: VOLUME VI: THE LAST CODE. My chest burned. I looked down. A red vein pulsed beneath my skin, right over my heart.

I had to be silent and invisible—a shadow in the dark. Just as I thought the conversation was winding down, I heard Luna Nora tell Darius to wait. She was looking for something. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what it must be—her diary, or perhaps some other document that could provide the final pieces to the plan she was concocting. I waited, holding my breath, as she muttered a string of numbers to Darius, telling him it was the code to her safe. If anything went wrong, there was a file inside she wanted him to protect. I memorized the code instantly, filing it away in my mind with a feeling of triumph, my excitement barely contained. It felt like I’d stumbled upon a treasure trove o

He went back to his notebook. Dante picked up his wine. Brussels in January was doing its grey philosophy outside the restaurant window, and inside the table was warm with people who had built something together and were sitting in it, and the working group had recognized the methodology as sound, and the second novel was sixty-four thousand words with a cooperating third act, and in the Alentejo the garlic was underground doing its slow patient work, and in Cardiff there was a box with a note at the bottom of it, and the year was barely begun and was already, in its specific way, correct.

“It’s lifted almost word-for-word from a novel: The Garden of Violets.” Dorian leaned in. “Never heard of it.” “You wouldn’t have,” Penelope said. “It was private print only. Circulated inside elite salons. All female authors, all anonymous. Velvet kept it behind the bar like a token of taste.” “So it’s a codebook,” Isolde said. “Cultural encryption.” “Exactly.” Penelope lifted her laptop and typed fast, fingers gliding. “And there’s more. Vivienne mentioned Violette by name, not a place, not a symbol. A person. And she’s not on any of the Red List files. Which means ”

I said. "Well we are the only Library in the world with books older than time itself, I can help you find it." She said. "It's called the book of secrets, apparently Da Vinci wrote it." I said. I had to lie. I couldn't exactly tell her what I was really looking for. "Ah the book with the alleged secrets about the fountain of youth? Well you are not the first one to look for that book. I will look in the archives if it's there and I'll give you a call." She said with a smile.

Without giving a response, he reached for his bag- a small brown leather bag that was placed close to him on the floor. “Here,” it was a novel, and that made her gaze narrow on it, then slowly, their eyes locked. She hesitated, staring at it longer than expected, but after his hand fidgeted due to staying in an uncomfortable position for long, she reached for it. “It should help,” it was Damon's baritone voice. “Hope in the dark?” She asked, with her eyes fixed on the novel and a hint of confusion playing in her eyes. “By Rebecca Salnit, yes,” he completed, and a sip of the coffee followed. “You should try it out.”

She should have just force-fed people to death, codename Nonna. With my keys in hand, I unlock my door and let myself in. The moment I shut the door behind me, I feel a sense of unease as I detect a distinctive and familiar scent of cologne. I don’t wear cologne. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as I realise someone is in my apartment. The door didn’t look forced, so I’d be very interested to know how the fuck they got in.

But there would be plenty of time to play. “Nico, everything is done and ready. You can check the surveillance on your laptop. I’ve written down all the codes for you in this book.” He handed me a small notebook. “Virus scans are done. All clean.” “Good.” I took out a thick envelope out of my drawer, it held their payment, and handed it to him. “Excellent work as always.” I watched Darina as she scanned my office. She looked at the books on the shelves. Big Jim had a large collection of novels, he liked to collect things. Noticing the way some of Vasile’s men ogled Darina, I scowled at them, and they turned their faces away.