Nina Blackwood Age Novels & Stories

"Two million dollars." The number felt surreal. Impossible. Like something from a dream that would evaporate in daylight. She pulled out her laptop and did what she should have done in Rick's office...researched the Blackwood brothers. The results were... extensive. Damian, Damon, and Silas Blackwood. Triplets, though not identical. Ages listed as twenty-nine, which meant they were six years older than her. They controlled the Northern Territory—a massive expanse of land that included three major cities and countless smaller towns. Their pack was one of the largest and most powerful in North America.

My chest tightened. Something was off—I could feel it. I took off running for the bar. Nina's voice looped in my head: "Then tell me—how exactly do I hurt him in the future?" Right before I got there, I clenched my jaw, unlocked my phone, and called 18-year-old Nina. 'Nina, you better listen up. Thirty-year-old you wrecked everything.' The second I stepped inside, I saw her. Nina was straight-up brawling with another woman.

“Mhm, sure, because just friends definitely assign guards to protect someone and go out of their way to design a walking route for them in the garden.” Seeing that she’s clearly set on the subject, I clear my throat and start working on the painting. “So, have you found your mate yet?” Nina flashes me an almost sad smile and shakes her head. “No, not yet. I’m only seventeen and still don’t have my wolf while most of the pack members my age already do.” “You might be a late bloomer, there’s nothing wrong about it,” I reassure her. “Maybe,” she mutters under her heath and lets out a heavy sigh. “There’s this guy that I like. He’s my battle partner from the training class and I kind of hope he

The Blackwoods were the ones organising it this year, a prestigious duty that only served to fuel my stepmother's ego. ​It was, predictably, another avenue and opportunity for Vivienne Blackwoods to throw her weight around. She was everywhere, moving with theatrical purpose, ordering everyone and giving instructions to a host of hired help and socialites as if she was the undisputed matriarch of the Blackwoods clan. Her voice, sharp and high, grated on my nerves.

The only possibility was that Nina was financially supported by her sugar daddies behind Nash's back. She would rather believe this than believe Nash would give her money to spend. "What's wrong with my nephew giving his wife some money? Does it need to be suspected by others? Do you feel a bit sour about not getting what you want?" Suddenly, another voice came from their conversation. Following the voice, Nina saw Zoe York, gracefully swaying her slender waist. She was wearing a black dress, outlining her graceful figure. With her hair pinned up into a bun, she appeared to be almost fifty years old, but there were no signs of aging on her face. She had a tall and elegant demeanor as she wal

He calmly asked, "Why did you help me?" Moses replied, "Aunt Sherry and Uncle Yoel have been nothing but generous to me. Nina is kind to me as well. It's only right to help you." Bryce caught onto a key point and asked, "Do you like Nina?" Moses replied, "Nina is still a child." Bryce said, "She's going to be 23 years old in the new year—no longer a child. Holly married me when she was 20 years old."

"Naya!" A voice screamed. Naya who is currently washing dishes at the backyard tremble the moment she heard the voice she recognized belongs to her aunt. Naya is an eighteen year old lady. She is the real definition of beauty. She has long dark hair that stopped at her back any moment she let it down, her beautiful tone skin radiate like the early morning sun, a stare into her ocean eyes is all it takes for you to drown there forever. Naya was just fifteen years of age when she lost her parents to the war that happened between

Tasha's POV "No, no,no! This can't be happening." I sobbed as I held my head while sitting on my bed. I couldn't comprehend what Mr Blackwood, our family friend and lawyer, just told me. My sweet Nana Mrs Shelby Grey is gone. It's just me, Asher, my ten-year-old brother and Mrs Esther. Nana had been in the hospital suffering from renal failure for the past two months. Everytime we went to visit, it seemed she was getting worse and now she's gone.

Smollett moves to the edge of his seat and clasps his hands together. "Think about it, boss. We could lure Blackstone out here with a potential lead, then ambush him and his men before they even get off their plane or he could come here to kill us all. Either way, if you want your daughter to come out of this unscathed, she has to take on the last name of a powerful man. Someone Blackstone would stop to think twice before launching an attack on. Concerning her age, she'll be twenty in a few weeks right?", He does not wait for an answer.

Wicker mouth drops open as he stands to his feet, the room suddenly looks small as his head was almost touching the ceiling “...The perfect muse, such enticing sinful creature, hypnotizing eyes... Goodness lord!” He says in awe, circling me. Thank goddess, he made no move to touch me while at it. “How old are you dear?” Mr. Wicker finally ask “I am sixt...” I was about saying, when Blacktooth cuts in sharply “She is twenty years old Mr. Wicker.” He says.