Novel & Cerita Silence Series Natasha Preston

He turned toward the direction of the shot that had just struck his shoulder. “Damn it! Where did that come from?!” he cursed, clutching his arm as blood began to pour out. What was truly unsettling— Natasya did not scream. She did not show even the slightest trace of fear on her beautiful face. Instead, she sat upright… A faint smile curling on her lips—cold, dangerous, and utterly terrifying in the face of death. “I may have stayed silent… but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what you’ve been planning behind my back,” Natasya whispered to herself.

Her hand rises slowly to her cheek, fingers brushing over the reddening skin there. She doesn’t react beyond that. No yelling. No crying. Nothing. And somehow that makes the entire thing worse. Because Catherine always reacts. She’s stubborn and sharp-mouthed and impossible when she’s angry. This version of her feels wrong. Natasha mistakes the silence for weakness. “I know you’re happy now,” she snaps. “You ruined my relationship and now you—” Her hand lifts again. This time, I catch her wrist before it lands. Hard. Natasha gasps slightly and turns toward me.

The air was heavy with dust, every sound magnified by the cavernous space. William raised a fist, signaling them to stop. He swept his gaze across the shadows. “Something’s not right.” Adrian scanned their flank, rifle ready. “Too quiet.” Lily shifted uneasily, fingers tightening on her weapon. Then a sound—a slow clap—echoed from the far end of the cavern. “Well, isn’t this touching,” a voice drawled, dripping with venom. “The hero, the little secretary, and… my dear Lily.” Natasha stepped from the shadows, her silhouette sharp under the flickering lights. Her hair was wild, makeup streaked from tears or sweat, her elegant dress torn and smeared with grime. But in her hands—shaking slightly

Natasha took her gift, opened it, and assessed the jewelry box with a curl of her lip. “Cute. A bit cheap for someone dating a billionaire, but whatever.” “Natasha,” Seraphina snapped. She rolled her eyes but shut up. Dinner was overdone perfection. There were three cakes in the middle for the celebrants. Silas sat at the head, Seraphina beside him, Damon and Natasha flanking, Iris chattering about frosting, two seats for us. Natasha sniped all night. She made little digs at Camila’s ankle monitor, at the rumors online.

—Sophia It’s weird how silence can feel louder than noise. Ethan hadn’t said anything since we got to the driveway. Not even after Felix confirmed that Natalie—his trusted assistant—had vanished with files, footage, and God knows what else. She’d been feeding Luna and Ivory everything. Every move we made. Every crack in the glass. I didn’t want to believe it either. But the photo of me sleeping… taken inside Ethan’s room… It was too real. Too close.

She described the attackers, the chaos, the screams. As she spoke, I felt a surge of satisfaction. Finally, we were getting somewhere. Ethan kept the device in place, ensuring she knew the price of silence. Natalie's voice trembled slightly as she recounted the details, and I could see the fear in her eyes growing with each passing second. She was breaking, and it was only a matter of time before we had everything we needed.

Natasha replied. Miss Esther's face expression changed as she looked at the lake. Natasha followed her eyes and discovered that she was staring keenly at the lake. "What's it miss Esther?"she asked. But miss Esther didn't say a word. "Miss Esther!"Natasha called out and stand in front of her. "Let it not be what am thinking!"miss Esther whispered softly. "What are you doing thinking?"Natasha asked as she became scared. "Let it not be that pinky fall into the lake"

Pence into allowing her join the club, calling the seven other women around her 'clueless, wealthy old bats with more money than sense. The silence that follows is deafening. Mrs. Pence slowly stands up, her eyes turning into chips of ice as she stares down at Natasha. “You called us… what, exactly?” “Eleanor, please! It’s a fabrication! It’s AI manipulation!” Natasha cries out, reaching out to touch the woman's sleeve, her hands shaking violently. “We’ve been friends for a week—”

One finally moved, stepped up, and gestured at Bianca—real polite. She shrieked. "Why are you listening to this old woman? I'M the future Donna of the Leone Family!" "Ms. Quinn, she's the Don's wife. He told us to respect her." Bianca froze—then started backing up, heel by heel, toward the edge of the lake. Dusk had rolled in. Mist crawled across the water. "Careful!" I called, instinct taking over. Then I caught it—that flicker of malice in her eyes.

“Five… Four…” “Silver?” Kaleb called softly, adjusting himself in the seat. “Three…” “Silver!” he growled, slamming his hand against the dashboard to get my attention, but my gaze was locked on the door. I could already catch her scent. “Two… One—” “No!” Natasha’s voice rang out. The men lowered their weapons as she stepped forward with several others behind her—her new puppets, I assumed. “Don’t shoot her. That death would be far too pleasant.”