Novel & Cerita Silence Series Natasha Preston

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”

But my walls remain impenetrable, and I give nothing away. “ Natasha, what’s wrong? You don’t seem yourself. Can you tell me what happened?” She asks in a low and honest tone , I continue to remain silent, giving no response. Silver continues “Natasha, please, you can talk to me. I’m here for you.” still no response, my expression unchanged She sighs “I can see you’re not ready to talk right now. Just know that we care about you, and if you ever need someone to listen, I’ll be here.”

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

he asked me, angrily. Natasha left us and went out. A few seconds later she came with a glass of wine and poured it on my dress. “Shut up, you fool,” she said. I knew that was just a means to stop the argument and stop me from exposing all of Silas's evil deeds. I moved around and immediately grabbed a glass of wine, made sure it was red wine, and poured it on Natasha. I knew it would stain her dress because she was putting on a white dress.

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

A loaded, pregnant silence filled the atmosphere as Parker slowly rose to his feet… as he and Tristan continued to size each other up, their chests rising with anger as they drank in all the air in the little space until Natalie felt like she was suffocating under a thick blanket. The two men were locked in a silent standoff, their mutual animosity evident in their glares. Natalie’s gaze flitted from one man to the other, her mind racing wildly as she continued to stand there, for a moment unsure of what to do. She cleared her throat when she finally had her thought process put together. “Uhm… do you… do you two know each other?” She finally asked, ignoring the slight tremor in her voice. Pa

They both are filled with selfishness, cunningness and pride. Natasha is trying for Hollywood. She did some ads which were quite noticed by the industry after all she is a Watson. Using her family connections she managed to sign two web series. One's shoot is over and she is eagerly waiting for it to release while the other one starts in less than one month. "Thanks, babe. Congratulations on the complete shoot of your first ever web series. I am sure you will be a bigger star one day than you are now." Samantha praised and they both shared a laugh.

"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.”

“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