Novel & Cerita Silence Series Natasha Preston

Charles, visibly agitated, paced the room like a storm confined within four walls. “You called me, Sir?” she said, in what seemed a confident tone or facade that she pulled. He turned sharply as Natasha approached, and the silence spoke volumes. "Natasha," he thundered, "do you realize what you've done? Terminating a major project without consulting anyone—"

“Where am I?” Natasha mumbled as she sat up. The ground underneath her was as cold as ice, sending shivers up her spine. The whole place was pitch black. She couldn't see a thing or hear a single sound. The silence slowly ate her up and she not being able to see anything made her develop the fear of the unknown. She kept thinking something was inside the room with her, silently waiting for the right time to attack. “Hello!” She shouted and it echoed around the room until it got further and she could no longer hear it. The eerie silence that followed after made her bite her lower lip to suppress a scream.

Hailey said now looking more serious than she was before Natasha was silent,she rubbed her hands on the tip of her jaws with her long fixed red nails scratching her jaws. She had her legs crossed as she thought of what she had just heard from Hailey. “Not bad ugh”. Natasha said smiling mischievously. Hailey smiled back at her as the both looked at each other. …………………… Natasha screaming on the top of her voice held her breath as her both hands were chained on the huge soft bed covered with a white bedsheet.

"We need to find out, yeah." "Captain! Chief!" We heard a woman's voice. My brain seemed shocked when I heard what the woman said. "Aizhyrra Brolonde, rank 2, confirmed that she was one of those who killed Red!" ***** A/N: "Hello author, what's your plan for SILENCE OR KISS?" Someone asked me, hahahaha. That's a secret of course. I really want you to have a hard time, eh, hehehe. Besides, I have a plan for this story and I'll keep it as a secret for now, ofcourse. I never want to spoil anyone.

You mustn't shield her, or else she'll be taken away by the Silverlune Guards. I tried to punch Dad angrily, but my fists passed through the air uselessly. "Bad Dad! That's not me at all! Have you forgotten? You tore the pocket in that shirt, and Mom stitched a little rabbit in that spot. The shirt in the video doesn't have a rabbit!" Mom, who had been laughing just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent. She stared at Dad, her eyes filled with contempt. "Call the Silverlune Guards here, then," she said. "I'll wait here for them."

His voice sounded hoarse. "Oh, it's not like that. She doesn't want to be called Miss Natasha. I just do what she wants," Jonas replied. "Why?" "W-why?" Christian was also embarrassed. "Nothing. I don't care whom you call her." Meanwhile, Natasha immediately entered the warehouse after serving Jonas's ordered coffee. Her breathing seems erratic. She held her chest because she felt something strange. "Why am I so nervous? How strange," muttered Natasha. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. Several times she rubbed her chest. Moments later, her tears suddenly dropped down.

"But the silence in the room felt too loud. For eighteen years, my mind was filled with the constant noise of survival—watching the shadows, predicting the next blow, listening to the pack link whisper insults. Now... the link is gone. The abusers are dead. The silence feels like an empty room I haven't learned how to furnish yet." Dmitry stepped closer, his massive frame completely blocking out the biting wind. He didn't touch her immediately, but the sheer heat radiating from his skin was enough to make her breath hitch. "The silence isn't an empty room, Natalia," Dmitry murmured, leaning down until his sharp, stubble-lined jaw was inches from her ear. "It is a blank ledger. For the first

After their son died, Shiloh Schaffer quit every habit Manuel Preston hated. She stopped blowing up his phone. When he stayed out all night, she didn't cry or pick a fight. After a car accident, the doctor told her to call her family. "I'm an orphan," she said. "I don't have anyone." The nurse looked closer. "You're Mrs. Preston, right? Mr. Preston's upstairs. Want me to get him?" That was when Shiloh realized she was in a Preston hospital.

At the leaves falling slowly around them. She sat. The silence stretched. "You were right," Idris finally said. "About the performing. I've been doing it so long I don't know who I am without an audience." "Then find out." "Just like that?" "Just like that." Maya turned to look at him. "Stop talking to crowds. Stop charming rooms. Sit in silence and see what's left." He met her eyes. "Is that what you do?" "I don't have a crowd." "Maybe that's why you're the only person here who seems real."

Enzo: The room was silent. Tabitha let go of her notepad and pen, and they fell to the floor with a thud while she put her hand over her mouth. I looked at Natasha. Her expression was shocking, but she managed to mask it with a calmness that I had never seen before. “Excuse me?” she asked, acting like she hadn’t heard what was just announced loud and clear.