Novel & Cerita Natasha Preston Broken Silence

The silence stretched between us. The stones glowed soft silver around the circle. Drax stayed on one knee. His shoulders curved like something heavy pressed down on them. His eyes looked raw. Red rimmed. Not cold anymore. I stayed planted on the platform. My boots dug into the carved stone. The silver light curled around my ankles. Warm. Steady. It pushed against my ribs where the bond sat. Nythera spoke inside my head. Her voice stayed calm like still water. “He is here. Broken. Let him speak. But do not forget what he did.”

I want my life to be clear. The kettle on the stove starts to whistle. It is a high, thin sound. I don't move to stop it. I just stand there in the middle of my room. I am Amara Rose Kline. I have a job. I have a company. I have a voice. But as I look at the box of shredded lies, I feel the old silence trying to come back. It is a different kind of silence this time. It is the silence of someone who doesn't know who to trust. It is the silence of a woman who is still waiting for the truth to be enough.

The closer I got, the quieter everything became, and that silence pressed in around me in a way that made my instincts flare immediately, because this wasn’t the kind of quiet that came naturally. This was the kind of quiet that came when something was waiting. “Natasha,” I called out, my voice carrying through the stillness as I slowed just slightly, scanning the area carefully. There was no response, not even the sound of movement and then I saw it. Her phone. Lying on the ground like it had been dropped in a hurry. My steps slowed as I approached it, my gaze fixed on it because I didn’t need to pick it up to know it was hers, but I did anyway, my fingers closing around it as the screen li

That was enough. As for Benjamin, she smiled faintly. She long stopped expecting anything from him. Instead of waiting for someone else to change, she would rather live her life on her terms. She closed her eyes, quietly soaking in the calm around her. But suddenly, there was an audible snap. A branch broke behind her. Startled, Nissa turned her head, only to have a damp cloth clamped over her mouth and nose. Her eyes flew wide in horror. Because the person standing behind her was none other than Charlotte, who supposedly disappeared without a trace.

And of course, she didn’t laugh back. We sat in silence, but it was loud. The kind of silence that clings to the windows, that drowns you in the unsaid. Natasha didn’t need to say it: she didn’t like me. She didn’t trust me. And if it were up to her, I’d be in the trunk, not the back seat. I stared out the window, heart rattling in my chest. If I survive this, I swear to God—I’m out for real. Natasha’s phone started ringing just as she switched lanes without signaling. She didn’t glance at the road—just reached for it like we weren’t speeding through traffic in a steel that could very well become our coffin.

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”

Then whispered: "Please." The word stunned everyone. Nova stared. The Third Silence's voice broke. For the first time, the embodiment of endings looked afraid. Not of imprisonment. Not of defeat. Of loneliness. Because imprisonment meant isolation. Again. Forever. Nova finally understood. The Silences weren't monsters. They were broken. Ancient. Dangerous. But broken. And perhaps that was the greatest tragedy of all. The light around her brightened. The city awakened completely. The seal began forming.

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right