Novel & Cerita Tara Hart

“At first glance, maybe, but not so much when you really look closely.” “They’re completely different styles. One is like a peony—vibrant and stunning. The other is pure and elegant, like an orchid.” Tara kept her composure, her smile calm. “Maybe it’s destiny. Even when I was younger, people used to say I resembled the famous Nina.” Her words carried an undertone that wasn’t lost on those paying attention, exchanging subtle glances. It was true that Tara was young, just twenty-one and fresh out of college, with a natural beauty that exuded innocence and simplicity.

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

“She is only accepting it because she trusts me. But she is not happy. She does not even think I am doing the right thing.” “Zara is careful.” Tara said softly. “That is why you hired her.” “I know. But I am tired of being careful. I am tired of fighting and being strong all the time.” Tara was quiet for a moment. Then she whispered, “then stop.” “Stop what?” I asked in surprise. “Stop fighting so hard. Relax and let things happen.” I looked at her and whispered back. “I hope I am not shooting myself in the leg. I have never done this before. Not even with Damon. And I am actually scared.”

The name did sound familiar like I've heard it somewhere but the face was a definite no. “Okay, I'm Tara Collin, an international model and popular Canadian actress, also daughter to the owners of TIMHA ” She said, clearly losing her patience. “You must be only popular in your home country because I've never heard of you.” I muttered and she lost it. “Wait until I tell my boyfriend about you, you're so getting fired.” “Your boyfriend?” I asked, confused as to what her boyfriend had to do with me or how he even got into the discussion.

Everyone’s applause went louder as she smoothed her gown and walked towards her parents. “You must be proud of her,” Sarah said. Her words were almost forced. “Yes. She’s genuine. She tries to help people in her own way without photo ops or camera shoving in her face. She doesn’t want credits. All she wants is to make a small difference.” Tara curtsied at her parents before facing the guests. I looked at Revier, who seemed pleased for Tara, or was this another fake sympathy and performance because people were watching him, considering she lost everything because of them.

Hunter follows behind her with the expression of a man who’s smug, exhausted, and already accepting his fate. “Oh my goddess,” Tara gushes, grabbing my arm. “I officially have zero interest in combat training anymore.” I blink at her. “Excuse me?” “I’m serious,” she says dramatically. “Retired. Done. I would now like to dedicate my life to horizontal athletics.” Hunter coughs violently into his fist. I snort before I can stop myself. “Of course you would.” Tara beams. “Honestly, why would I waste time sparring when I could just admire Hunter’s ass full-time?”

She turned to her friends. "Girl, you look dope!" It was Tara John. Short for Omotara John. The sexiest super bikini model and actress in the city. Tara was twenty two years old. More like the youngest among her group of friends but the one with the smartest tongue and biggest gut. Tara was fearless and the kind of model who loves to live her life as she deems fit without looking at snide comments from haters.

She didn’t care about expiry dates beyond it was free. She’d waited and thought about what she’d say to get into the club. The hours ticked by, and she tried calling Eddie several times. No answer his number only rang. She felt so isolated and betrayed. How could he have done this? They were family, blood. He knew this was a bad path. Finally, at eight, Tara put on what little makeup she had, did her blonde hair up in a messy bun, and slipped into the outfit. She only knew how to put her hair into this style. Her mother hadn’t stayed around after her father’s death to teach her much more.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I chuckle. “Don’t I? I know what my nose told me and you’re lucky I covered your scent after your little excursion last night, or you’d have been executed by now. I also know what it’s like to be underestimated.” My voice lowers, turning coaxing. “You’re wasting your time with them. Hilda, Arlo, this pathetic pack. They’ll never accept you. Especially once they know you’re dabbling in this type of witchcraft.” Tara’s gaze darkens, but I press on. “We want the same thing,” I say, soft but certain. “Hilda’s in the way. Join me, and we’ll wipe her from existence. You’ll be free to take what’s yours.”

Her friends looked like they were pitying Tara, but it was not hard to discover their yearning for gossip under the pretense of pity. Tara “drunkenly” said, “She left Westchester City and came back last year, bringing her daughter. Odell and I didn’t expect that she had carried twins. I never thought that she’d keep using her identity as Sunflower to suppress me, and she had not given up on Odell yet…” Before finishing her words, Tara covered her face and wept. Her friends immediately defended her. “It seems that Sylvia is a downright b*tch!” “She must’ve used some underhanded tactics to seduce Master Carter.”