Silence Series Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

Hands finally touching a cold object on her table she grabbed the hearing aids and put them in and was in her way to the kitchen slowly when the light of the corridor came on and now she was faced with two ugly looking men. Rogues. Looking at them for a moment Natalia thought she could go invisible but nope, she wasn't a witch, she was a werewolf and as luck would have it she had her hearing aids on. "Hello there little one" the ugly looking man said as he made his way closer to her frozen in fear, the man's hand controlled her to make movements towards him. "What is your name?" "Mummy? Daddy?" She tried to mind link but no answer. "Daddy, please answer me" she mind linked one more time, sti

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

“I saw her… in his room.” Natasha’s eyes widened. “Please tell me you broke a vase.” “No,” Selene said quietly. “I just… left.” Natasha slammed her glass down. “Girl! What? No! You walk in on your man and the snake, and you what? Gracefully exit?” Selene chuckled bitterly. “You know what’s worse than anger? Silence. Mine scared him more than if I’d screamed.” Natasha leaned in, suddenly serious. “Do you think he’s really doing something behind your back?”

"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."

That Lucien would have ended this meeting not with silence but with blood on the polished wood of this table. But Natasha was here. I did not need to glance at her to know—her silence was brittle, her shoulders drawn tight beneath my coat, her breath shallow. I had seen the way she had dug her nails into her palms beneath the table. Fear. She was already holding too much of it, already cornered by the weight of so many eyes and the sharpness of Malik’s tone. If I unleashed what coiled within me now, if I gave it voice, if I rose and let fury consume me, she would not see strength. She would only see the beast. The monster everyone whispers about, mostly in neighboring packs.

he snarled. "Get back inside." He locked me in a second-floor room. All communication devices were taken away. I struggled desperately and shouted at him. "Shane, you've completely lost your mind!" Leah stood nearby. She spoke gently and even sounded a little worried. "Alpha, Luna's condition looks very much like postpartum stress. "I'll take good care of her and the pup." The door was locked without mercy. Shane lingered outside for a long time. Only after a while did his footsteps finally fade away.

She hadn't supported any charities lately, because she was penniless herself, but she had always talked to her late grandfather about starting her own charity foundation. Silence took over the room and lasted for what felt like eternity. Barrister Ethan's eyes lingered on Audrey like he was trying to read through her mind. He felt pity for the poor girl, but he couldn't do more than he was doing. Finally, a spark flickered in Audrey's eyes. She jerked upright, carelessly jamming her broken arm against the chair arm, which made her wince in pain. “Sorry, you need to be gentle with yourself, Audrey,” Barrister Ethan said, standing up to help.

This wasn't a contest. Brianna turned Melissa, her voice a high-pitched whisper. "Nervous?" Melissa offered a tight smile. "You should be." Natasha crossed her arms. "I just want this to be over." The silence fell again, even heavier. Luna Catherine approached us, her gaze taking in every detail. She reached out and tugged Melissa's sleeve down, then smoothed a stray strand of hair over Natasha's shoulder. When she reached me, she raised her hand and adjusted the crease in my collar. She stood near me, lowering her voice so that I was the only one who could hear her.

After Christin finished reading the worklist sent by Silvia, Natasha walked towards Christin. She stood behind Christin, reached out her hands to pinch his ears. She could not help but rub them back and forth. "You have already finished reading it. What are you looking at?" "I'm looking at the variety show you filmed previously," Christin said. His ears felt itchy and numb. He couldn't stand it anymore. 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!"