Nina Blackwood Photo Novels & Stories

😏 She turned to go. From afar— Aarth smiled— “My devil doll…” ❤️🔥 🚗 Interruption Suddenly— Someone lifted her. She looked— Daniel Blackwood. 😳 “Mr. Blackwood… is there a day you don’t annoy me?” 😡 He smirked— “If I don’t trouble my future wife… then who should I, my love?” 😈 Without waiting— He carried her to the car. 🚗💨 😤 Outside College Nisha snapped at Garv—

I pulled back slightly, looking up into his face. Christian’s eyes were wide, red, staring straight past my head at the television screen mounted on the wall. On the screen, a large, beautiful photo of Natalia was showing—a photo from last year where she was smiling softly in a simple white dress, her eyes filled with that gentle warmth she always had. [NATALIA BLACKTHORNE: CONFIRMED DEAD AT AGE 23] Christian raised his right hand—the hand holding the small plastic bag with her blackened ring—and squeezed it so hard his knuckles turned completely white.

I try to pull myself up, but I can’t seem to reach the rope to loosen the knot around my ankle. Groaning, I swing back and forth, hoping it would get the rope to rip or the branch to break. “You shouldn’t have skipped core day,” I hear a voice from below and wiggle to turn around. Finnegan Blackwood is standing there with a huge grin, and his t-shirt pulled up to show me his abs. He seems to have gone through a fire, his clothes are scattered, his skin dirty. Oh no, I have a bad feeling. ‘The Blackwood failed,’ my wolf growls in my head, making me gulp.

chuckled the scent that I was picking up on, his voice pinpointing his exact location before he stepped out of the shadows with two males and a giggling she-wolf following. “Nina, get in the jeep” I instructed refusing to take my eyes from what I can only assume was a threat. “No need little one, I’ve no intentions on harming you” he spoke to Nina who had ignored my instructions. Her stubbornness no longer being amusing to me. “Nina, I said get in” I nudged her towards the passenger’s door, refusing to take my eyes from the pack of wolves Infront of us. “Mm dominating, just how I like them” purred the she wolf her eyes swimming in heat, her scent filling and bringing my wolfs attention to he

"Do you really think throwing some money at me makes us even, wipes out what you owe me?" Genevieve sneered, pulling a miniature camera from her bag and roughly shoving it into my arms. "Listen, I want you to do something. Go take some photos of Adam Blackwood." I was stunned. "What?" "Don't insult my intelligence." Genevieve lowered her voice, her tone full of vicious calculation. "The outside world has never seen any frontal photos of Blackwood. Everyone says he's a monster disfigured by that fire, or a cripple with serious physical defects. I want you to photograph his ugly face, or his disabled body parts."

Serena’s phone lit up first. Then Asher’s. Then the wall-mounted market display behind the dining table flickered with breaking alerts. The same photograph appeared everywhere: a twenty-three-year-old Asher Blackwood standing in the rain outside the family estate, security on either side of him, the word DISOWNED stamped across the scanned document beside his face. THE BLACKWOOD DEVIL IS BACK—AND THIS TIME, HE HAS A WIFE TO HIDE BEHIND.

For a long moment, Ivy couldn’t breathe. The photograph trembled slightly in Sebastian’s hand. Rain slid down the tall glass windows behind Marcus, streaking the grey skyline of London, but Ivy barely noticed it. Her eyes stayed locked on the face in the photo. A woman standing between the dark vineyard rows. Watching. Waiting. Elena Blackwood. Julian’s younger sister. Sebastian’s sister. The quiet one. The grieving one. The one who cried the loudest at the funeral.

Because it's so quiet, I'm able to hear someone ask, "Holy crap, is that the black queen?" "Smile for the cameras please," Bianchi says as he starts walking down the red carpet. I move along with him, smiling at the photographers and giving them a nod. An indication that it's okay to take photos. All at once, they go off. Flashes, shutters, and shouts. People ask me to look at them while others ask for a pose. Bianchi stands with me for a few seconds and then he moves to the side so we can take individual photos.

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.

I took the file, opened it, and saw the name of this maid: Pyra Ruby Blackwood. It read. Picking up the photograph of Pyra Blackwood, I watched her portrait clearly. She was beautiful. With her mop of red hair cascading down her back, perfectly accentuating her delicate and soft face, framed by a high cheekbone. A smile was plastered on her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes; her dull crimson eyes lacked it, seemingly to hold a story of their own. Her skin was as pale, shimmering like fallen snow in the winter.