Blindspot Tasha Novels & Stories

I've been away with Mason in Russia for two years with my Uncle Bob learning some pack techniques to make me a very good Alpha and Mason Beta. I took a seat two chairs away beside Tasha but couldn't help staring at her as I felt drawn to her and like she knew I was staring at her, she returned my stare. I was lost in those eyes till she gave me this blank look and turned away and whispered to her friend that I'm a weirdo, thanks to my werewolf hearing. What the hell! Doesn't she know it's a privilege for me to look at her and from then I decided I'll show her. I'll definitely have fun riling her up.

he explained, his nose still nuzzling into the sensitive area of her neck and ear. "What does the bond do?" she asked, not sure if she liked the sound of that. "Lots of things," he answered distractedly. She let out a sigh of annoyance, but some of the heat was stolen by the soft meowing sound that escaped her when his tongue touched her earlobe. "Like what?" she asked, refusing to be distracted. "For most people it's things like limited telepathy, phantom images-" he said.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

The explosion of glass was deafening. Shrapnel rained down on the mahogany table as the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the Richard Holdings boardroom disintegrated. A powerful gust of wind rushed in, scattering the documents like autumn leaves. Tasha descended rapidly on high-tension cables, swinging toward the table like a vengeful angel. She was wearing tactical gear, her face set in a mask of absolute, final desperation, and the suppressed weapon was aimed directly at Damian.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

Because something in my bones knew. “What did you just say?” I asked, voice too calm. Too still. The girl blinked. Froze. “Nothing. I—I didn’t mean—” I locked eyes with Tasha. She had the nerve to avoid my gaze. My best friend. My sister in soul ties and snack runs. My partner in pain. She was staring at her shoes like they held the secret to world peace. I stepped forward again. “Tasha. What the fuck is she talking about.” She didn’t answer.

JENNA’S POV Alex stood before us, his formal ceremonial attire highlighting his powerful frame. The traditional blindfold that usually covered his sightless eyes was absent. His gaze, once empty, now held a startling clarity as he looked directly at me. "Jenna, you are breathtaking today." "You can see me?" I whispered in disbelief. "Release her, Carrick. What exactly are you attempting?" Alex's words came simultaneously with mine. Carrick looked between us in shocked confusion.

she said quietly. Another silence fell between them. Five years ago, they would always have late-night talks before bed. No matter how tired she was, Jade would make time to bond with the blind Zane. She didn’t want him to feel alone, especially since she spent most of the day working herself to the bone to save for his surgery. One night, he made her promise that she would be there when he regained his sight. She had said yes. But in the end, she broke that promise.

"Why shouldn't I? Is something wrong with her eyes? Is she blind?" Lydia sat on the bed and wore a pitiful look as she looked at Ace, "You see, Alyssa here has an eye illness, the sort that mustn't be exposed to light which is why she wears a blindfold. If you take off her blindfold and she wakes up and learns it's been taken off, she might die of insecurity. You wouldn't want that for her, right?"

He could understand that it was scratching her wounds. She looked at him helplessly when Tara lifted her maangtika from her head Damon applied vermilion in her hair parting. She closed her eyes, not to recall her first time. "See, I got you..." He smiled in victory. "Told you! The war is not over yet!" She frowned at him when he said that. "If you think that you won then you are wrong..." She threatened. "If the war is not over yet then I haven't even stepped into the battle ground"