Novel & Cerita Silence Natasha Preston

Her smile widened just slightly. “Men like him pretend power matters most,” she continued. “But loneliness always catches up eventually.” Then her eyes flicked toward the studio around me. Natalia leaned her shoulder against the heavy oak doorframe, crossing her arms in a way that felt entirely possessive of the penthouse layout. She knew this place. She had walked these halls long before I was ever dragged into them. “Men like him pretend power matters most,” she continued, her crimson lips curving into an elegant, venomous smile. “But loneliness always catches up eventually. They crave an anchor. Someone to hold the line when the rest of the world is trying to bleed them dry.”

To erase the doubt. I knew this day would come. I had known it since the first time I saw Natasha standing in the moonlight, since the first time whispers started comparing her face to the one burned into memory. I knew one day I would be forced to speak, to strip the truth bare, to answer what no one else dared to. I just didn’t think it would be this soon. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, every breath in the hall waiting, every gaze fixed on me. And in that silence, Natasha’s eyes—pleading, desperate, fragile—were the only ones I could see.

said Grace in confidence. Patricia grinned and liked Grace’s plan. All she had to do was wait for Dark to leave the house. She knew that would not happen today, so she would wait for the right timing. Natasha’s impostor woke up and sleepily got up. She didn’t know how she fell asleep earlier. But when she looked at the clock, the time stated it was already night. She quickly left the room when she remembered what happened earlier. Her chest beats so hard for an unknown reason.

I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING but how much I always loved her. Even if she always was the one with the credits and everything, I loved her! I still do. Then why did she do all of this to me? Why...? Maybe I did something bad to her and she made me forget about it by controlling my mind. "You were so naive, Natasha," yeah, you've already stated that. "To the point that you didn't use the magic jewel which could avoid your mind from being washed and manipulated," that's because I didn't know about its existence before it was too late!

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

Arha is my elder brother Arhaan's daughter, she’s just three year old but acts really like a nerd. I would accept that Arhaan himself is scared of his daughter than his wife Taiba. she's the one who daily wakes me up in the morning, she’s the princess of our house. Walking toward the washroom, I quickly had a shower and went downstairs to have breakfast with my family. "Silence” I told as I entered the living room which was very noisy. "This is not your office bro."Arhaan voiced out. "Some people prefer having breakfast in peace.” I stated.

She truly lived up to the Sullivan family's reputation. Natasha couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Hence, Joshua and Audrey found themselves back in their previous standoff. The room was filled with an eerie silence. The silence was so profound that Natasha couldn't help but yawn. However, as soon as she made a sound, she quickly remembered her current situation and swiftly covered her mouth with her hand. After quite some time, the room remained silent. Natasha felt her calves starting to ache. She couldn't stand any longer. Continuing to stand would only make her legs hurt more.

Marcus tried to pull me toward the exit. "No." I yanked my arm free. "I want to hear this." On stage, Natasha pulled out a remote. Clicked. A screen descended behind her. Images began to flash. "Ladies and gentlemen," Natasha's voice rang out, triumphant and cruel. "Let me tell you about Elena Sterling's real past..."

Natasha paused for a while and complained, "The real person is standing right here. Why are you watching the variety show? You might as well just look at me!" "No, no, no, no. I am watching the variety show to see if you have cooperated with any male celebrities or handsome young guys in the past." "Why are you watching this?" Natasha immediately felt that something was wrong. Why did it seem that Silly Christin was trying to catch an adulterer? Christin thought to himself, "She hasn't been too intimate with any handsome young guys in the past, right?" Natasha kept thinking back about it in her mind, but she was not sure of it herself either. She was a child celebrity and had been working fo

Aurora Silence swallowed the room whole. It wasn’t the ordinary kind of silence. It was the kind that pressed against your lungs. The kind that made the air feel poisoned. None of us moved. Natasha’s name still hung between us like a loaded weapon. Simon broke first. “It’s not like she’s done it,” he muttered, voice low, strained. “It’s just—” “You’re in denial.” Daniel didn’t even raise his voice. He didn’t need to.