Silence Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

my co-workers shouted together. "Guys, first of all, back up. Second of all, I haven't even clocked in yet. Just give me a minute." I pushed past my colleagues to get settled in. "The backdrop for scene nineteen is damaged because someone didn't watch what they were doing, Nate." A worker said.

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.

"But don't worry. She wouldn't tell a soul. " Grandpa nodded being relieved. The fire popped, sending a small burst of sparks up the chimney. Lorenzo stared at the flames again, the relief in his shoulders only partial. His fingers drummed once on the head of his cane (old habit, the same rhythm he used to tap out before ordering a man’s tongue cut out). “Natasha,” he said, tasting the name like spoiled wine. “She always thought silence was armor. Turns out it was just another weapon she pointed at the people who loved her.”

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.

He could smell it beneath the dried blood and sweat. But she hadn't made a sound of complaint. Hadn't asked for water. Or food. Or mercy. She was waiting. Watching. Cataloging everything. Cole moved closer, circling around until he stood directly in front of her. She didn't look up. Didn't acknowledge his presence. Just sat there, breathing slowly and deliberately, her face carefully blank. "You're good at this," he said quietly. "The silence. The stillness. Damien trained you well." Natasha's lips curved slightly. Not quite a smile, but something close.

Enzo: The room was silent. Tabitha let go of her notepad and pen, and they fell to the floor with a thud while she put her hand over her mouth. I looked at Natasha. Her expression was shocking, but she managed to mask it with a calmness that I had never seen before. “Excuse me?” she asked, acting like she hadn’t heard what was just announced loud and clear.

“It’s your own fault for not listening to me—and for being so greedy for a new dress that you’d look past your judgment. So much for all that ‘humility’ you’ve been preaching.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, if only because we were in public and I didn’t want to cause a scene. As if taking my silence for a victory on her part, Natasha’s sneer widened, and she said, “Change. Now. Or leave; I don’t care. Either way, don’t cause any more trouble tonight.” She turned and strutted away after that, leaving me standing there with my champagne flute clutched so tightly in my fingers I thought I might break the glass. I took a deep breath, willing myself to remain calm despite Natasha’s goading

I pressed play and sat back in my chair. Natasha was on the screen; she was sitting in soft, warm lighting. She wore a simple cloth; I had never seen her dress that simple. I immediately knew that the simplicity was deliberate, and she sounded completely convincing. I watched the whole clip, and when it ended, I sat there for a long time before closing my laptop I thought about the four hundred thousand viewers and the specific damage that two minutes and fourteen seconds of Natasha being convincing on camera could do to everything I had built.

She suddenly jerked up like a pumped tyre on her bed as she cleared her throat ready to pick up the call. “Antonio”. She said calmly “Am sorry for everything”. Still maintaining her calm voice. “Am at the gate”.He voice sounding cold. Natasha unaware of exactly what was going on pull open her wardrobe as she dragged out her pants and shirt out . She quickly dressed up, brushing her hair smoothly and applying a lip gloss on. Even duo Natasha exhibited a bad behavior,she still had a beautiful appearance,6’1foot tall,and a beautiful blonde lady. “I wasn't expecting to see you here.” Suddenly curly up her hair with her fingers.

“Frost!” Fast footsteps clicked behind me. Natasha, former Luna of Silvercrest—my mother-in-law—walked out from the hall. In a fitted black gown, she made her hair in a tight bun, radiating power and cold discipline. Her eyes swept over me, then dropped to Frost’s extended hand. “Frost, dear,” she said warmly, taking both of Frost’s hands, “I’m so glad you could come. I hope you enjoy tonight.” Then she turned toward me, her expression cooling in an instant.