Natasha Preston Broken Silence Novels & Stories

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

They really won’t leave her alone, in fear that someone might take advantage of her. Jada took a detour, telling Steve that she’ll go to the restroom first. She was inside the cubicle when someone banged the door open. She felt scared so she made sure to stay quiet. Forcing herself not to make a sound, she checked if the door was locked before pressing herself on the side wall. “We're engaged! What’s your problem?” A woman yelled. “Don’t you trust me? This is bullshit!” she continued. It was Josefin’s voice.

Like whatever, I came here not for them, but for my husband and for my right as his wife. "Why is it too noisy out there?" Evanthe asked her secretary to go out and checked what's going on. Her secretary rans back to her office to informed her about Calista bit even before she could talk, the door opened and show Calista with a malicious grin on her face walking towards her desk like a runway model walking on the stage. Evanthe started to sweat drastically, even her knee started to shake and get weaker. She didn't expect this visit as she know that Calista was burned and that she's still recovering from it, but she's wrong, the girl that she chose to eliminate is a fighter.

Nathaniel whispers beside me, "No! People saw these two stabbed and shot," I say pointing at the Edwin sisters, "It was all the Silent Man's doing. You know he can do anything," he whispers again beside me. I can't believe this. I can't believe my eyes, my ears. I can't believe any part of my body at this moment. "Let's not waste our time. We have a new member here. Would you like to tell us about you?" Theo looks at me smiling, "Are we in school or something," I mumble under my breath standing up,

Her hand rises slowly to her cheek, fingers brushing over the reddening skin there. She doesn’t react beyond that. No yelling. No crying. Nothing. And somehow that makes the entire thing worse. Because Catherine always reacts. She’s stubborn and sharp-mouthed and impossible when she’s angry. This version of her feels wrong. Natasha mistakes the silence for weakness. “I know you’re happy now,” she snaps. “You ruined my relationship and now you—” Her hand lifts again. This time, I catch her wrist before it lands. Hard. Natasha gasps slightly and turns toward me.

Someone laughed. Someone said goodbye. Eventually, the house fell silent. Nate remained awake. He hadn't moved much. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at his phone. A message from Micah appeared. Micah: You okay? Nate typed: Nate: Yeah. He wasn't. But he didn't know how to explain that. Another hour passed. Then came a knock. Three quiet taps. Nate froze. He knew who it was. He stood slowly. Another knock.

I can feel my eyes droop as she continues, “No one would believe this about you, boo.” A dull ache settles in my stomach, and for a second my muscles can't move. I ignore it, and after a few moments I forget it; it goes away. She nods like that settles it. “Everyone knows you're with me.” I nod along with her as I try to force oxygen into my lungs. Why was I so careless? I close my eyes for a brief moment. “Who is this Aton Insider anyway? Would it be possible to bribe them?” Her eyes search mine as she says it, an uncertainty growing in them (probably because I haven't said a word in defense of myself).

George bellowed. Tristan stopped, slowly turning around—just in time for George’s fist to connect with the side of his face. Gasps rippled across the room. Silence followed. Tristan’s head snapped to the side, his dark hair falling over his eyes. For a moment, no one moved. “He’s dead…” Natalie whispered, breathless. I had no idea who she was talking about. The broken piece Tristan had been holding fell from his hand, clattering to the floor at his feet. He tilted his head back, pale gray eyes gleaming. “I was hoping…” His voice was dangerously calm. “You’d do that.”

Alexander's lips curve into the faintest smile as Camila lets that sink in for a moment, watching the shock ripple across every face in the room. The room is deathly silent until a soft, broken sound cuts through the heavy tension that has settled over everyone. A sniffle. Quiet and trembling, barely audible but somehow piercing through the silence. Every head turns toward the source of the sound, drawn by the vulnerability it represents. Natasha sits in her chair near the far end of the table, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs that rack her delicate frame. Tears stream down her pale cheeks in glistening tracks, and she presses a trembling hand to her mouth as though trying desperately

The thought came sharp and primal, and I clenched my jaw hard, forcing it back into silence. Natasha moved away as though nothing had passed between us, standing with the quiet ease of someone who did not realize the effect she had left behind. She bent down, carefully picking up the larger shards of glass with a cloth, her movements steady, meticulous. Her hair slipped forward over her shoulder, her figure outlined against the shadows of the room. I found myself watching her, unable to look away. There was something unfamiliar in this moment. I was used to being served, attended, obeyed. But this—her quiet presence, her unspoken care—did not feel like duty. It felt like something else entir