Nina Blackwood Now Novels & Stories

“So he’s grown a conscience. Ridiculous.” Nathan moved with purpose to his desk and hit a button on the intercom. “Get me Soren and Davis. Now.” Within seconds, two of his men appeared on the surveillance screens—waiting for orders. Nathan’s expression remained unreadable. “Tail Adrian Blackwood,” he commanded. “Quietly. I want him tracked every moment he leaves that house. Every direction he turns. Every person he meets.” “Yes, sir.” He switched to another line. “And bring me everything you can find on Lydia. Full file. I want to know who she is, who she lives with, who she talks to, and why she suddenly has my leverage in her arms.”

Vivienne had been awake most of the night. "Here's what I have," she said, turning her laptop toward the group. "Blackwood's renamed location matches an abandoned forestry station about four hours north. Satellite imagery shows no recorded activity in decades." She paused. "But thermal scans from the last two weeks show heat signatures. Recent ones." "Edmund," Gabriel said immediately. "Maybe," Vivienne allowed. "Or whoever he answers to." Alexander was already on his feet. "Then we go now." "We go prepared," Isaac corrected, quiet but firm. "Blackwood survived thirty years by being forgotten. I'd rather not assume it's stayed empty just because the maps say so."

“There probably won’t be enough to definitively trace this back to her.” Marcus’s eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them. “If we find the person who did it on her orders, I won’t stop until he’s singing like a canary.” I nod, throat too tight for words. The Bureau may be crawling into motion, slow and procedural, but the message tonight was clear. Elena Blackwood doesn’t wait. She doesn’t bluff. She strikes. And I’ve just survived her first shot.

She looked like she hadn't slept in days. "Professor Blackthorne." Her voice was carefully neutral, but I could hear the exhaustion underneath. "What are you doing here?" I slid into the pew beside her, leaving a respectful distance between us. "I saw the videos. I wanted to make sure you were alright." She laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Alright? I'm the campus freak show. Two men just beat the hell out of each other over me in front of half the student body. It's trending on three different platforms. Victoria Sterling is doing a podcast series called 'The Maya Blackwood Files.' So no, I'm not alright."

As I walked into the living room, I saw a familiar figure on the sofa. My mother. The former Luna, Elena Blackwood. "You're finally back," she said, gracefully setting down her teacup. "We need to talk." "Mother, I don't have time right now." I walked past her towards the stairs. "I have to get ready to leave." "Go where?" Her voice was like ice. "To make an even bigger fool of yourself in front of Julian?" I stopped. "What?" "Our stocks are in freefall, Ethan," she said, her voice sharp as broken glass. "Our allies are demanding blood. Our enemies smell weakness. And the entire shifter world is laughing at the name Blackwood."

Then his expression shifts slightly. “So I have a question for you, Mr. Blackwood.” I gesture toward him. “Shoot.” He tilts his head, studying me for a second before speaking. “How long were you going to wait to come see me… after my egg donor got locked up?” The room goes still. “Excuse me?” I ask, blinking. He exhales, glancing down at his hands before looking back up. “My egg donor. Brittany. I know she was picked up yesterday and according to my sources it has something to do with the Blackwoods.”

silver said and Nicki immediately took off the drip from her hand " Hey what are you doing?" Naina yelled but Nicki walked out of the infirmatory and the trio ran after her. She walked to her room and the girls entered also breathing heavily. " Nicki what was that for?" Silver said almost pissed off " Am sorry okay, but am already getting sick of staying in the infirmatory and I needed to get out" she said and they all nodded. " Woah!! Nicki there's a party tonight mind joining us?" Naina asked but Nicki shooked her head

“That’s him.” Nathan Blackwood. I recognized that face instantly. CEO of Blackwood Industries, headquartered in New York. The man was always in the news. His face was plastered all over the business magazines I loved to read. He was tall, like his cousin, Julian—handsome, with the kind of presence that commanded attention, even in a photograph. And his fiancée—Kimberly—she looked exactly like me. I swiped back to her picture with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in confusion and disbelief.

“Ah, I guess you missed our dinner because you were preparing yourself to look even more beautiful than you already are. It’s too bad you’re late. Is that a gesture for me?” I gritted my teeth, feeling repulsed in my chest. “We appreciate your praises, Lord Blackwood,” Nina interrupted. “But Miss Walker is to attend special family occasions like her father’s birthday. Naturally, he wants her to prepare.” Callum glared at her. “I’m not asking your opinion, stupid, lowly servant girl. What makes you think you’re entitled to talk to me? Leave me alone with Miss Walker this instance.” “No,” I protested. “She’s not leaving me because we’re still discussing an important matter. I apologize for not

I shot him a glare that could freeze hell over, but he just chuckled, clearly not buying it. I rolled my eyes. "Get out, D." Fucking bastard. Nikolai's chuckles cut off like he'd been slapped, the room going dead silent. He leaned in, his voice urgent and carrying a dark hint of menace. "Got more shit to spill, Axel. It's about Nilo Blackwood. Bastard's been ghosting everyone like he dropped off the face of the earth." "Vanished?" I shot back, my brows pulling together in a tight frown, the weight of his words hitting me square in the chest.