Nina Blackwood Now Novels & Stories

The New Woman or Warrior? Nadia's POV Life had finally settled into a comfortable routine. Elena was seven years old and thriving in school and controlling her powers better each day. The twins just turned one and were walking everywhere and getting into everything they could reach. Dylan and I were happy. Tired from parenting three kids but happy. We had found our rhythm after so much chaos… pheww!! Then James introduced the new head warrior he hired without consulting us first. Cassandra Blackwood. She was twenty-eight and beautiful, she had an athletic build, with long dark hair and a confident smile. She was formerly from the Northern Pack and highly trained with impressive credentials t

Nina Black A name once remembered with admiration, respect and love by the Black family and their pack. She was an ambitious woman who was witty and firm yet was loving, funny and the most gentle and sweet mother to her pups. Nina was a precious gem amongst worthless pebbles and she was cherished and respected greatly, even in the Council by the people in the Council. Now, when her name is even whispered the harsh, callous memories of her madness brought fear into the hearts of many, even the Elders’. It was one of the reasons why the Black family were so feared, even though they’re still cruel and merciless, it was Nina who stained their name with blood.

The applause. The congratulations. I had seen it with my own eyes. No explanation could erase that. "I made my choice," I said quietly. Maya studied me for a moment. Then she nodded. "Okay." She stood and headed toward the door. Before leaving, she paused. "One more thing." I frowned. "What?" "The news said Ethan Blackwood has been searching for someone." My heart skipped a beat. Maya's gaze softened. "They didn't mention a name." They didn't have to.

"I have to go now. I have an appointment with Daniel. I'll call you both later, okay?" "Alina—" "Love you both. Bye." Alina hung up before they could ask more questions. Then with curiosity mixed with dread, Alina opened the browser on her phone, searching "Alina Blackwood gala dinner." The search results made Alina's blood freeze. Headlines everywhere: "MRS. BLACKWOOD FLEES GALA DINNER AMID FAMILY DRAMA" "CLARISSA STERLING'S RETURN: THE REAL MRS. BLACKWOOD?" "VIRAL VIDEO: DANIEL BLACKWOOD JR. REJECTS BIOLOGICAL MOTHER"

“My plan is perfect!” “Then why are you so interested in Nyter?” asked Nina as she cut a vine to let her mother pass. It was already dusk and she had to reach her pack as soon as possible. The healers were trying to get Blake out of consciousness and she had to put his back to sleep. She couldn’t let him heal properly so Lyle was blamed on a permanent basis.

Natalia looked at her immediately. “Leonardo will come back,” Madam Blackwood said confidently. “And eventually, he’ll do exactly what I want.” Natalia relaxed then slowly shifted her gaze toward me and smiled. But there was nothing nice about the smile. She leaned slightly closer. “You should watch yourself,” she whispered quietly enough that only I could hear. “Because this house is going to get very uncomfortable for you.”

she asked. Damien leaned back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Because Calloway just played his biggest card, and he thinks we won’t know how to counter it.” Celeste narrowed her eyes. “You have a plan.” Damien’s smirk deepened. “I always have a plan.” Before they could discuss their next move, Nolan’s phone buzzed. He frowned. “Uh, we just got a meeting request. From Ethan Blackwood.” Celeste’s breath caught. "Ethan Blackwood is another media mogul. He's just as ruthless and dangerous, but he is the one person, in the industry, who hates Calloway more than I do."

Reputation was their god, and they were happy to offer up human sacrifices at its altar. "Currently, Miss Blackwood is being held in a mental institution," Alec continued, his expression unreadable, though I could see the tension in his shoulders. "If you need clearance, I could arrange it." "I don't need anything of that sort right now," I snapped, my temper fraying like a worn rope. "Maybe later."

Pictures of me and Kade outside the venue, his hands on my waist and us leaving together. God. We looked like a real couple. “They know Kade is your new client.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The elevator feels too small, too hot, too freaking crowded. My lungs almost give up as I see another headline flash across my screen. COULD THE BLACK OUTCAST BE DATING HIS BROTHER’s BEST-FRIEND FOR REVENGE? DIRT BIKER KADE BLACK’s GIRLFRIEND IDENTIFIED AS MANAGER. CLIENT-MANAGER ROMANCE? My eyes squeeze shut. I wasn’t thinking when I asked him to pretend for me, I should’ve ended things there.