Novel Da Vinci Code Novels & Stories

He looked at the torn wallpaper, the splintered door, and the empty space where Sofia had stood. “Bianca?” his voice was a broken whisper. “I’m here. I’m right here.” He reached out, his hand shaking violently, and touched her cheek. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, catching a tear she didn't know she’d dropped. “The Ledger,” he croaked, his eyes darting to the computer. “The codes... the empire. She took it? You gave it to her?” “She had the switch, Dante. I had to.” Dante looked around the wrecked nursery, his gaze lingering on the crib he’d built with his own hands during a summer he’d forgotten until ten seconds ago. He looked at the blood on his hands—Victor’s blood, his men’s bloo

He ravaged in the space behind only to pull out a really big book. A brown hardcover book with about a thousand pages that seemed to have been dated at least centuries back. I inched closer as Nathaniel flicked through the pages. Half of this wasn’t even written in English or in a common language at least. It was like a secret foreign code. “You know I told you I started reading on hybrids, text, articles, books, you name it. I was still trying to pick up a few things when I came across something that I assure you none of us knows about, not even Alpha Eliana” Nathaniel lifted his eyes and they met mine for a chilly second.

“What’s the code?” “3-3-7-1” She rattled out. I gave Lucas a nod and he walked out of the warehouse. “Lucas is going to your house to get the antidote. Heaven help you if he gets there and does not find the antidote.” “It’s there.” She mumbled. “I will not gamble with the love of a man who is already battling a tumor.” I didn’t know Mr. DaVinci is sick. Would that have stopped me from capturing him? The answer is no. I would have done anything to get that antidote.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

The house was left raw, its walls humming with suspicion. Days later, Bianca stood in the vast Romano library, her pulse still caught in the memory of cold metal aimed at her chest. Her hand drifted over the shelves, restless, until a familiar leather spine stopped her. Her father’s favorite book. A battered collection of Dante’s works, the edges worn from his fingers. Something crinkled inside. Bianca froze, sliding the book free. She opened it and a yellowed envelope slipped onto her palm. The script across it made her knees weaken.

June said, “look at your arm.” Dante pushed up his sleeve. Under his skin, a tiny purple flower was blooming, pulsing with the same rhythm as the radio. “It’s not just the bread,” June realized. “That blue wave… it carried the code. Even if you didn’t eat the bread, if you were in the city… you’re hers now.” They reached the New York Public Library. The stone lions crouched outside looked menacing in the night. Raven led them down into the basement, past endless shelves of old books.

For some reason, Gloriana had expected someone so controlling to be a neat freak, but his desk was barely visible behind small towers of black, green, and red legal tomes and spiral-bound notebooks. A set of inlaid bookcases lined half of one wall, with books stacked vertically and horizontally in a slapdash manner, and what looked like an original Da Vinci dominated another. And that surprised her as well. The painting was called ‘La Scapigliata’ (Ita for ‘The Lady with Dishevelled Hair’). Da Vinci had such a soft, almost magical quality about his work, and that didn’t fit her image of Griffin at all. “It’s an investment,” Griffin replied as if he could read her mind. “So, who is he to you?

I drew in a breath sharply, shrinking back in embarrassment. I awkwardly reached out for my bag and brought out my favorite novel, The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. I eyed the book and returned my gaze to Mr. Trevelyan, who was still laying back in his seat with his eyes shut. I let my eyes trail from his golden brown hair to his bobbing Adam's apple. My eyes narrowed to slits and watched his every movement. "It's rude to stare." I blinked my eyes, snapping myself from my daze. I arched an eyebrow for a second and turning to my book.

the Reverend replied with a small smile on his face, the wrinkles around his eyes were showing. Fascinated? Seriously? "The Da Vinci code is a book about secret codes and hidden messages," Reign enunciated. I glanced at her but she ignored me. I thought she wasn't interested in codes? "We'll try that, Minister," Detective Javier finally said. "I'll try too if I can help." We thanked the ministry and left the church. We went back to headquarters and we were greeted by a man in his mid-30’s who was currently staring at his laptop. "Javier, where have you been?" he asked gruffly. I could immediately sense a brooding attitude from him.

She closed her book slightly, resting her thumb between the pages to keep her place. “What are you reading?” Diana asked. Melody turned the cover toward her. “The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown.” “Oh,” Diana said. “That one.” “You’ve read it?” Diana laughed again, sharper this time. “God, no. I don’t read.” Melody hesitated. “You don’t?” “I don’t have the time,” Diana said easily. “Why live in a book when you can live the things people write about?” She took another drag, eyes fixed on the ocean.