Blindspot Tasha Novels & Stories

She looked weak and terrified. Arion stood directly in front of her and nodded to Erik to remove the blindfold. Tasha blinked as her vision cleared, and she was startled to see Arion standing before her. “A… Arion? Baby? You’ve come to rescue me?” Tasha thought, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. As soon as the tape was removed, Tasha spoke up, “Baby… You’ve come to rescue me? I was so scared… Hic…” “Stop talking nonsense!” Arion snapped.

had her feeling beyond excited—as well as exasperated. “Can I take the blindfold off now?” “No, that’s my job. Wait there.” Sighing, Tasha waited as Onyx exited the car and then came around and opened the passenger door. Taking her hand, he helped her get out of the vehicle. The familiar scents of pine, sun-warmed earth, and moss hit her nose. The place itself had a familiar scent…she had been here before. “Blindfold. Off.” Onyx tsked. “No patience.” He led her a short distance and then, standing behind her, untied the piece of black cloth. “Now you can look.”

She did not forget to hold Camryn’s hand after speaking. Camryn could see, but it was only limited to short distances. Tasha knew she needed to take care of Camryn, whose sight was like that of someone with high myopia. Although they had not interacted much before, they quickly got along that night. Tasha liked being friends with Camryn. Carrie was jealous upon seeing Tasha taking care of Camryn. Her bodyguards were worried that she might expose herself. When Tasha was not paying attention, they stepped forward and nudged Carrie as a reminder to control her emotions.

Darryl said in a teasing tone. "Shut up, Darryl," Tasha responded, acting irritated. "Yeah, yeah. Just take me home, come on." Darryl said before lying in the backseat again. Tasha shook her head and sighed. Darryl is right. She just wants to apologize to him. There's no reason for her to follow him in the middle of the night. But she can't help wondering about the woman he met. Who is she? "You do realize that Maverick intentionally let you follow him, right?" Tasha became confused with what he said. "Maverick is a trained spy and assassin, silly. Someone like you won't be able to follow him without getting noticed. Plus, you're driving my car."

ASHER’S POV The unexpected sight of the witch, Tacha, sent a jolt of surprise through me. Her ageless beauty, as haunting as a moonlit night, was still intact. Her eyes, twin pools of otherworldly luminescence, bore into mine, and I wondered how many souls had been ensnared by their hypnotic gaze. But, thankfully, she wasn’t the flame that attracted my moth. Tacha was a venomous viper disguised as a harmless dove, and only a fool would mistake her for anything less than what she truly is - a witch.

Her voice took on a muted tone as she continued, “…there were a couple of times your wolves didn’t even notice us. We’d be camping in the forest and a patrol team would race by.” “Do you think that’s how the blood witch is escaping our notice?” Asher asked from across the table. I noticed how he tried to tone down the command in his voice, but it was there, nonetheless. Tessa didn’t seem phased by that fact. If anything, from the way she tilted her chin, she seemed used to being given orders. “No. If she’s truly here in your pack, then she’s hiding in plain sight. Surrounding herself with a bunch of protectors to hide her whereabouts…it’s not really her style.” Tessa cringed.

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

Being a seer is a rare ability and the wolves would kill t have someone like me on their team. He came here in the afternoon, just when I was about to enjoy the afternoon tea with my daughter, Tasha. Tasha was also a seer but her powers are barely there. “Cassie,I need your help.” “You do not like small talk, little brother.” I placed the tea back to its saucer and looked at my daughter.” Tasha, go upstairs and do your homework, you will resume training when Uncle Clayton is done harassing his older sister.” I smiled. Tasha loved her uncle and went ahead to hug him. The two had been inseparable and close since they have met.

“Looks like your sparkly little illusions are over.” They walked away, leaving me frozen—not with fear but with rage, the utter humiliation burning under my skin—until a hand touched my arm and I turned to see Tasha standing there. She wasn’t flashy like the others, just a soft, curvy, dark-skinned beauty who had always tried to befriend me, but I’d ignored her for nearly a year, too caught up in survival mode. “Don’t let ‘em win,” she said quietly. “They want to see you fall apart. Don’t give ‘em the satisfaction.”

I mouthed 'what,' but she only stared at me with a harsh scowl. We were immersed in complete silence when she started cleaning my wounds. She was so near me that I could smell her sweet scent already. She's focusing on what she's doing while I keep my focus on her and her features. Her almond eyes have orbs of icy blue like the sea. It has this beautiful blue tone that makes me want to sink my soul into them and be forever a shipwreck. Her tiny lips, long eyelashes, and ruddy cheeks all add to her allure. I see beauty with no disguise just by looking at her. I looked away. After all, Tasha is an addiction that I must resist at all costs. "Done," she announced and placed the kit beside her.