Nina Blackwood Now Novels & Stories

“Yes?” “You stayed late after class with Professor R.” The redhead walked over to me and glared. “Why?” I stepped back a step, so I wasn’t breathing her air and raised my eyebrow. “I don’t think that is any of your business. I don’t even know you.” “My name is Nina.” “Okay, I still don’t know what that has to do with me?” I turned to leave, and she grabbed me. “I’m Alpha Nina from the Blackfang.” Nix was sprinting to the surface before I could think of a solution. Her words fell from my mouth as my fangs descended. “If I were you, I would remove your hand from my arm before I rip it off.” My voice dropped low and my eyes flashed.

She picked up. Daniel’s voice came slow, deliberate. “You really think this ends with a camera and a confession?” “I think it ends when you stop breathing,” she said. He laughed. “Cute. But wrong.” She said nothing. Then he added, “Check the news.” She hung up and turned to Nina. “Pull up the feeds.” Nina tapped her laptop. And there it was. BREAKING NEWS: Anaïs Blackwood Implicated in Financial Espionage, Leaked Clips Suggest Involvement in Multiple Off-Grid Accounts.

“I’m Lilibel, Gregory’s mate. We’re so pleased to have you here.” Their kindness eased something tight in my chest. To Gregory’s other side sat another woman, elegant and graceful, with silver threading through her dark hair. She smiled at me with what seemed like real welcome. “Genevieve Blackwood. Gregory’s sister. I’ve heard wonderful things about your work with pack security.” “You’re too kind.” Then my gaze fell on the woman to my left. She was beautiful in a cold, perfect way. Dark hair swept into an immaculate chignon. Designer dress. Expensive jewelry. But her eyes, when they met mine, held all the warmth of a winter storm.

Or worse… Rowan is trying to mess with my brain again through new numbers now. I frowned and typed: Me: Who’s this? Three dots blinked for a moment. Then came the reply. Unknown Number: I’m Nina. Oh. Oh. Ohh. I straightened in my seat, suddenly more alert than I’d been all morning. Nina. As in Nina Blackwood. Rowan’s sister. I didn’t even realise I was smiling until I felt my cheeks warm. Nina: Hey, I hope I’m not disturbing you. Got your number from the employee directory.

The darkness in her voice matched the void that had been growing in my own soul since Summer fled with Felix—a void that had only expanded when news reached me of my son's death. "And do you have a plan for achieving this vengeance?" I asked, leaning back in my chair. "Alexander Blackwood isn't easily outsmarted." Natalia's smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth in a predatory grin. "As a matter of fact, I do. I have information about their upcoming binding ceremony. A vulnerability we can exploit. But I'll need your help—and the resources of your pack—to make it work." I should have been suspicious. Should have questioned why she'd come to me instead of some other Alpha with a grudge

All of it fed directly to Seraphina. "Where's Nathan?" Elena demanded. "Good question." Seraphina looked around theatrically. "Nathan Blackwood seems to have disappeared. Such a shame. I had plans for him." She walked closer, her heels clicking on the stone floor. When she stopped, she was five feet from where I lay.

Explain what happened in detail. "The Blackwood deal—it wasn't just a business agreement. They've been quietly buying out your board members. By the time you realise what's happening, Nathan, they'll own everything." Anita's stomach twisted as Ronald's chest rose and fell quickly as he struggled to steady his breath. "This wasn't just about Nathan's company, but about power, control, and betrayal." Nathan took a sharp breath, his face darkening. "We can still fix this."

However, the somewhat severe expression she had on her face when she was talking to Alexander is gone, and she smiles warmly at me, “Hello, Brooke. I’m afraid we haven’t met properly yet.” “I’m afraid not, Ma’am,” I reply in a meek tone, “But I know who you are. You’re the Luna.” “Yes,” Maddox intervenes, taking the Luna’s hand lovingly in his with a tender smile on his face, “Brooke, please meet my lovely wife, Natalie Blackwood. The mother of my children, the Luna of our pack.” “It’s a pleasure in making your acquaintance, Mrs. Blackwood,” I reply, dipping my head at her, “Alexander told me about how you took care of me when I was unconscious. I can’t thank you enough for that.”

Julian Blackwood, famously selective in his personal life, has never been publicly linked to Lena Carter prior to their sudden wedding announcement. The new Mrs. Blackwood has been photographed on multiple occasions entering and exiting the 14th Precinct, raising questions about what business the wife of one of Manhattan's most prominent businessmen has with the police department. Close associates describe Lena Blackwood as — and this is their characterization, not ours — someone who has worked very hard to insert herself into the Blackwood social circle in a remarkably short time. Her involvement in planning this year's Blackwood Enterprises charity gala, typically overseen by experienced e