Silence Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

Maybe because a part of her—some small, stupid part—was already dreading the idea of being left alone in that cold, sterile room again. She looked at him. His face was illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights, but his eyes were hidden in shadow. He was driving, not speaking, not giving anything away. The silence between them stretched too long. “Where are we going?” Natasha finally asked, breaking the quiet. Alexander’s gaze flickered to her for a fraction of a second, then returned to the road. “You’ll see.” She didn’t push further. She didn’t need to. His silence said enough.

Rolling his eyes, Cayden shut the door. He responded with a low growl, "Why don't you calm down, stop acting like such a spoilt child, and explain to me why you lied to me?" He didn't enjoy hearing Selena called a "fucking wolf bitch." "I do not know what you are talking about." Natasha removed her sandals and left them by the entrance door. Without giving a second thought, she moved across the room to the kitchen area while wearing stockings. She then went to the refrigerator and took a bottle of white wine out.

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

He stares at her like he has never seen her before, his mouth opening and closing, no sound coming out. “What is this?” His voice cracks on the words, raw and broken. “Natasha, what are you doing?” She laughs, a low, cold sound that echoes off the wooden walls. “Natasha is dead. She died of pneumonia in that lab three years after the Tribunal took her. Same as your little sister Lila. Her lungs were too weak, the doctors did not bother to treat her. They dumped her body in the same river as the rest of the disposable captives.”

The whispers grew louder, more insistent. " I... have come... for you…" I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. Monica had always taught me to trust my instincts, and right now, my instincts were telling me to listen. As I gazed around the field, I noticed some movement far in the distance, coming from the canopy of trees just at the edge of the forest. It was a fox as white as snow, almost blending into the sunlight filtering through the trees. Curiosity overwhelmed me, so I stalked closer cautiously. The fox stood still as I approached, its bright eyes watching me intently, as if it was waiting for me. There was something almost magical about it, something that drew me in.