Novel & Cerita Silence Series Natasha Preston

Alexander stands beside her with his jaw set and his hand gripping her shoulder in a pose that screams solidarity and heartbreak. Behind them are the rest of the family. Camilia’s lips pursed in feigned sorrow, my father eyes cold and unreadable, and Gregory Westfield radiating smug satisfaction. I hit play. “I…” Natasha’s voice quivers, every syllable calculated for maximum effect. “I know what everyone must think of me,” she begins, dabbing delicately at her eyes. “That I’m the villain in this story. The other woman. The home-wrecker.” She pauses, letting her words hang in the air while soaking up the attention.

NATALIA'S POV People always underestimate silence. They think it means absence. Weakness. Emptiness. I learned early that silence is where power waits. I stand in the corridor outside my mother’s study, perfectly still, my back resting lightly against the wall. The house is alive tonight guards shifting positions, doors opening and closing softly, the low murmur of voices that think they are private. They never are. Larisa’s voice filters through the door, sharp and clipped. Controlled. Too controlled.

Every subtle comparison to him with Natasha. My fist curled against the armrest, jaw locked. "I don't believe that I can't win against you, Natasha Morris. Others might fail but I won't." **** "Is Natasha Morris quiet all this while because she's guilty?" I read aloud, a grin spreading across my face as my PR manager swiveled the tablet toward me. "Look at this—threads exploding. Comments lining up. They're finally questioning her silence!" I leaned back, letting myself bask in it for a moment. The numbers of shares and likes ticked upward like a scoreboard. My pulse quickened.

Ugh, I will call you later, I have to meet hubby now," Alexis said softly, before rushing away Priya sighed. She needed to rest her head, her brain was definitely. it functioning well right now, she located a near bench and sat on it. The ride back to the office was slow, as if time would pass really slow, Natasha stared out the window, she neither said anything, and just gazed at the moving trees and the people she encountered on the road, she didn't know what to do, she was in the state of quitting the job. She just can't take it anymore, her life had no essence at all, she couldn't take it anymore, her lips were champed together. Alec who was busy with the wheels just couldn't help but sn

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.

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.

And after that she wasn’t sure, but at least he would feel something. But instead… nothing. Silence. She stopped pacing and scrolled to the email in her sent folder for the third time that morning. The address was correct, so she thought. The attachment was still there. The recording was clear, intimate, and undeniable. He couldn’t have ignored it. No, he wouldn’t dare. Unless he thought he could outwait her. Natalie’s jaw tightened. Darren was careful like that, always pretending to be above games, always letting situations “resolve themselves.” But she knew better silence could be its own weapon. If he was keeping his head down, it was because he thought she’d grow restless and make a mist

Keith Stanton, chief elder of the kingdom, called my name in an old, crackling voice. All eyes were on me now. Some looked at me with pity, while others with curiosity. Most of them stared at me with open ridicule and disgust. "Can a mute half-blood even shift?" I clenched my fists inside my sleeves, and my nails dug into my palms. The judgmental stares were inescapable and suffocating. My stomach twisted violently. Sweat slid down my temples and stuck strands of hair to my skin. I couldn't even defend myself. "Don't be scared, Eve."

The flame held for a long moment, painting his features in orange and shadow, and then it went out, replaced by the soft red glow of the cigarette tip as he inhaled. The silence that followed was the most complete and terrifying silence Tobin had ever experienced. Emeric did not stand. He did not raise his voice. He did not reach for a weapon or call for security. He simply sat in the dark and smoked and looked at Tobin with those pale grey eyes, and the total absence of reaction was far more unsettling than violence would have been. Tobin did not run, because running would confirm that he was afraid, and Tobin Leith did not give that kind of information away for free. He stood perfectly sti

I tell myself that means I’m doing the right thing. If being quiet makes Daddy happy, then I can be quiet forever. I stop telling him when I have bad dreams, I stopped telling him when I miss him and also when my chest hurts. Because strong girls don’t need to be told they matter. They already know…Don’t they? **** The tension finally snapped the following Tuesday afternoon. Ethan was away settling a border dispute, leaving the pack house under Natasha’s careful, smiling supervision. She spent the morning walking its halls, her gaze sharpening at every reminder of the woman who had lived, and been loved, there before her.