Silence Series Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

"All of it." "All of it," Natasha said. "Yes." The silence on the line stretched for a moment longer. "Fine," Chloe said again, and this time her voice had shifted into something Natasha had not heard from her before. Not the careful measured tone of the church restroom. Not the easy confidence of the red dress at the bar. Something older than both of those. Something that sounded like a person putting down something heavy they had been carrying for a very long time and looking at it properly before deciding what to do with it.

Wren The silence that took over the penthouse during the last three days was not the usual. It was louder than any other thing. It felt like walking through deep water, every movement sluggish, and every breath heavy with the pressure of things left unsaid. After Noelle left, I worked until my eyes burned under the harsh glare of my laptop, losing myself in the Paris accounts, searching for some kind of salvation. But no matter how hard I tried to build my walls, I couldn't escape him.

The previous playfulness disappeared from his face as he sat frozen on his soft side, not even moving a bit. His prolonged silence thumped my heart as if it challenged me to correct the mistake I made unintentionally. However, I had no idea what I did wrong. So, taking a safer route, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. That was when Cassian finally broke his silence. He grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard. “No!” he said, his voice rough. “You can’t ignore me like this.” My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes flew open, only to find shadows of darkness clouding Cassian’s features. He narrowed his dark eyes and said,

" Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing. Then William called. "Joelle?" His voice was so calm, it cut through everything—the thunder, the rain, even the echo of Nathan's voice. "Are you crying?" I wanted to say no. Really tried. But nothing came out. And like my silence gave him the answer, the tears just broke loose. "Stay where you are," he said, steady as ever. "I'm coming to get you." *** Nathan was single again. A bunch of spoiled rich kids threw a "singles party" at the club, drowning in shots and laughs.

The current finding its course. The water finding its level. And Sera— at the center of it, not leading, not directing, not compressing just present. Just working. Just herself in a room worth saving, with people worth finding, doing work that would outlast every silence that had ever tried to bury it. Still Waters. Rising still. Rising always. For as long as there were people running deep who needed to know they were not alone. THE SILENT LUNA Volume Two begins.

I keep on punching my chest because I can't breathe anymore. I saw the nurses take out a syringe and quickly shot it at me. I didn't even feel the sting because the pain inside me is overpowering everything. My mother grabbed my hands to stop me from hurting myself and then after a few seconds, I felt my head light again and darkness filled everything around. 3rd Person's POV A ring on the phone paused Niki from overthinking while luxuriating in her wine. She picked it up and says nothing. "Have you heard?"

I looked out the window, my reflection staring back at me, unrecognizable. If it had to end that way, then so be it. ___________________________________ Sylvester’s POV. After the door slammed behind Carol, the silence that followed was strange. It wasn’t peaceful or calm; it was heavy. Natasha sat on the couch, her hands resting on her lap. Her eyes were distant, and she looked like she was struggling to stay composed. I sat beside her, but I didn’t know how to reach her. The words I wanted to say were all stuck somewhere between guilt and fear.

She truly lived up to the Sullivan family's reputation. Natasha couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Hence, Joshua and Audrey found themselves back in their previous standoff. The room was filled with an eerie silence. The silence was so profound that Natasha couldn't help but yawn. However, as soon as she made a sound, she quickly remembered her current situation and swiftly covered her mouth with her hand. After quite some time, the room remained silent. Natasha felt her calves starting to ache. She couldn't stand any longer. Continuing to stand would only make her legs hurt more.

They reached the elevator, and Sila carefully placed the suitcase down, his gaze fixed on Natasha. "May I have the honor of helping you out, my lady?" Sila asked, extending his arm towards the open elevator. Natasha looked at him and smiled," Stop it, you haven't stopped being crazy," she said as she pushed his hand away. She then nodded, her face full of excitement. She gracefully took Sila's arm, allowing him to lead her into the elevator. Sila pressed the button for the ground floor, his touch gentle and loving. As the elevator went down, he leaned closer to Natasha, his voice filled with warmth.

"Good. And Daniel—prepare a teaser for the series. Something bold. Something they can’t ignore." Daniel grinned. "Oh, I have just the thing." The next day, a video dropped online. It began with a black screen, a single line of text appearing slowly: "They tried to silence her. They failed." Then a montage of Natalie’s past life—flashes of glamorous events, whispers in crowds, scandal headlines, and finally, a shot of her walking away in slow motion. A narrator’s voice followed: "This is not a story of survival. It’s a story of rebirth."