Novel Da Vinci Code Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Sophie was looking back at him. It can't be that simple, Jim thought. But he knew of course that it was. There in the bowels of the Louvre… with images of PHI and Da Vinci swirling through his mind, Jim Davis suddenly and unexpectedly deciphered Esquibel's code. "O, Draconian devil!" He said. "Oh, lame saint! It's the simplest kind of code!" Sophie was stopped on the stairs below him, staring up in confusion. A code? She had been pondering the words all night and had not seen a code. Especially a simple one.

CODE 17-19-1-22-9-14-4-0-10-20-15-15 “Hmm, let’s see, it’s numeric code. We can’t change it into alphabet, because there’s a zero. Then what does it mean?” she mumbled, scribbling on the blank paper. Alfonso stared at Siena eagerly. In fact, he had tried to guess the meaning of the code, but his mind was not as creative as hers. Better let her do the job. “How did you learn to break code like this?” he asked. “I love to read detective stories, just like Grandpa. Grandpa collected a lot of detective and mystery novels. Probably that’s why he wanted to test my ability.”

“Sorry, but I’m coming in.'' Nolan entered Venessa’s room in haste. He holds a book that seems to be on its deathbed since the pages are slipping out from the book and every one of them looks ancient. A weird smell is spreading from that book that makes others puke. How old that book can be! Venessa nods her head and says, “What’s that in your hand?”She is holding her nose to prevent herself from smelling the odour. “This is the answer to everything that has happened so far. I had a doubt, but didn’t realise I could pin on it easily.”Nolan hands the book to Venessa who first rejects to take it because of the smell but then carefully receives it. Some pages slipped while they were exchanging.

Avery and Gio were in their bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee, locking myself inside the library and searching for a book that would satisfy my craving. I came across a novel titled 'The Black Dahlia' by James Ellroy. The title was quite interesting, so I grabbed the book and sat on one of the armchairs, making myself comfortable and beginning to read. The story was intense. I was sucked into it. i was so invested in the crime fiction book that I almost missed the sound of a knock coming from the door. I used my pen to keep track of the page number, before looking up to see who the hell interrupted my moment with the book.

This so-called secret was obviously was not good news. Wiping his eyes, his dad moved away. “Get some sleep. You have to stay out late tonight.” Nico nodded and obediently walked over to his room. ‘So is it the war or the Alpha king or... what is it?’ He found a random book on his table. “Huh. This is not mine,” he picked it up. It was a hardbound leather book with hand stitched bindings. Curiously, he opened it up. Inside there were pages and pages unknown writing. It was a language that he did not have any knowledge of.

“It was hard to read, but I made it out. He wrote: ‘You can’t let him get what is in the library. (1122).’” My father snatched the paper from me, his eyes scanning the numbers. “1122…” he whispered. “That is the code Jerome and I created for the library vault. No one else knew.” “We found the safe,” Silas said quietly, his voice hollow. “The code opened a hidden door. We did go in, we saw a drawings, of creatures and things about hybrid and vampires but…, someone else is desperate for it.” “And now the lab we found is empty,” I added.

"You might be able to take my body by force, after all, you're a mob boss. But you can never take my mind, the mind that will decipher those international cyber codes you're so curious about, the ones Elena is after. The choice is yours; either you apologize properly for your ugly jealousy, or those codes will remain locked in that cyber network forever." Matteo, sitting opposite me with his legs crossed, holding an iced strawberry, looked at me defiantly, and for the first time, a terrible admiration appeared on his dark face. His harsh, ruthless mask crumbled, and the dreadful jealousy was giving way to a deep surrender to Nova's unwavering, unyielding intellect.