Silence Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

Bliss went completely frozen. The easy, warm expression instantly faded from his face, replaced by a deep, solemn gravity. He stared down into his amber liquor, the ice clinking softly against the glass as the silence between us grew thick and protective. "Lena was an architect," Bliss said quietly, his voice dropping into a register that carried the weight of a eulogy.

She mutilated Charles in his sleep and flushed his beyond-saving private parts down the toilet. When Margaret heard that, her health took a nosedive. It was another stroke. She went from bad to worse, then bedridden, her speech slurred and face twisted. Emily, cold to Charles' begging, terminated her pregnancy, cutting off the Wallace family tree. Finally, Olivia's eyes were on me. "Look at her, then at yourself. She knew when to cut ties, when to strike back. "You're not quite there yet." I lifted my wine glass and took a sip. "Why get my hands dirty with illegal stuff?"

Vanessa’s threats only fueled my resolve. Tomorrow, Luna’s true strength would show. The sun rose, but with it came new challenges. An exclusive interview with a major network was scheduled — my chance to tell the world what Luna was really about. Justin was by my side as cameras rolled. His quiet confidence steadied my nerves. I spoke from the heart. “This is for every woman, every voice that’s ever been silenced. Luna isn’t just a company — it’s a movement.” After the interview, Justin pulled me into a private corner.

Anger flashed across her face, and she was about to explode when Stanley's call came in, breaking the tense atmosphere. I answered and put it on speaker, and his upbeat voice rang out. "Nattie, are you there? You left your necklace on my bed. Do you want me to drop it off tomorrow?" A sarcastic smile tugged at my lips. Natasha's face immediately tensed up in panic as she rushed to explain, "I went out drinking with him. I just crashed on his bed for a bit, nothing happened—" "Cut ties with him," I said softly, wanting to give her one last chance.

The silence that followed was oppressive, thick with the tension that had been building for weeks. She felt it every time Damien was near—this pull between them, undeniable and fierce. Every glance, every brush of his fingers, only deepened the craving. It was dangerous. She shouldn’t want him. He was her employer, the father of the child she cared for. He was a billionaire MAFIA, untouchable and powerful. And she was… well, she was nothing more than a mute woman with a dark past, a secret identity hiding away in his mansion, hoping no one would ever see her for what she really was.

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

I explain to Sia as this is the first time she is witnessing the process. “Natasha Shore. Daughter of the decorated Beta of pack Silver Cresent pack, please step into the spotlight to claim your mate” Benjamin announces. Damn! Why did he have to call her out first? I should have told him to call Sia’s name first. Natasha steps into the spotlight, looking gorgeous with her beautiful dress and immaculate makeup. Not that she needs any of it. She is a natural beauty like her mother. Natasha’s piercing gaze shoots up towards me and I try to look away feeling uneasy. All eyes on the room are on me now and I start feeling hot under my clothes. Sia squeezes my hand trying to calm me down. I don’t m

Natasha responds to the other person in a low voice, looking around as she spoke. “Proceed to next movement, we have to do it when she’s happy to the fullest” the other person informs Natasha for the next move before going silent. “Got it” Natasha responds before hanging up the call, turning her head to the closed door. Staring at the sleeping Tanya before walking away. --- 6 pm

Reaching out to the president of the mafia society like a man who had a plan and was assembling the pieces of it quietly and from multiple directions simultaneously. He stood there and breathed. ************************************************* Natasha had not moved. She was pressed against the wall at the curve of the staircase, one hand flat against the plaster, the bracelet she had been carrying down to give him held loosely in her other hand. She had heard everything from the moment the president began speaking. She had not meant to. She had been coming downstairs and the voices had started and something in the quality of the tension had stopped her feet before her brain had made the dec

"What's left?" The table had gone very quiet. Patricia was nodding slowly, satisfied, watching Maxwell the way a cat watches a cornered mouse. Natasha's jaw tightened. She had been patient all evening. Patient through the seating arrangement, through her mother's interrogation, through Tristan's endless posturing. But this?She was done being patient. "Tristan." Her voice came out low and controlled, which somehow made it more dangerous than if she had shouted. "You need to stop." Tristan turned to her slowly, like a man who had all the time in the world. "I'm simply asking questions, Natasha."