Nina Blackwood Photo Novels & Stories

Blackwood. TBC!!

She nodded subtly toward the hidden panel. Nina’s face went pale. Her eyes flicked again toward the camera. Then she whispered, “Sometimes Mr. Blackwood… checks.” Elena’s stomach turned. Nina left quickly, closing the door behind her like she was sealing Elena back inside. Elena stood still, staring at the closed door, feeling the air thicken. Checks. Like she was an asset. Like she was a prisoner. Elena crossed to the breakfast tray. Perfect fruit. Perfect coffee. Toast cut neatly. Nothing tasted like comfort. Everything tasted like control.

"If this delay isn't natural..." Adrian's laptop chimed with an incoming message. His face went ashen as he read the screen. "We have a problem." He turned the screen toward us. Security footage from the Blackwood Estate showed Natalia in Eleanor's private study, her platinum hair gleaming under the desk lamp as she photographed documents with professional efficiency. She wore all black, her movements precise and deadly. The timestamp read forty-eight hours ago. "She knows," I breathed, my lungs suddenly struggling for air.

His voice is laced with this sentimental tone. Nina snickers softly. She can be naughty sometimes and times like this I can immediately tell what she's feeling as the realization hit me…Jaxon Blackwood likes Brenda. Right now I don't know what to think or say. “So, you haven't told me yet…what are you doing here–” he breaks my thoughts. But he has barely finished when two lycans jump out of the bush. Their heavy lycan scent and their frame gives them away easily. “Damn lycans..” Nina sneers.

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.

It is Blackwood, Terry's trusted confidant and servant. "Mrs. Nashville, Mister Terry has arranged a little surprise for you," Blackwood informs her, and Nora nods in approval, rising from her seat to walk with him. Curiosity lingers in her voice as she asks, "Where are we going, Blackwood?" With utmost respect, Blackwood replies, "I am not aware, ma'am." After a brief pause, he continues, assuring her that she will soon find out. Nora descends the stairs, with Blackwood following closely behind. As Miranda and Melissa lift their heads, both women are left astonished by the sight of the elegantly groomed young maid.

Everything I do seems to come back to her. The next day, I see it. The fucking tabloid again. There she is, Nina, standing next to her brothers at some high-profile event. She’s wearing this sleek black dress, her hair pulled back, looking like she owns the damn place. She’s smiling. Confident. She looks... free. And I’m losing my mind.

“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.

Everything I do seems to come back to her. The next day, I see it. The fucking tabloid again. There she is, Nina, standing next to her brothers at some high-profile event. She’s wearing this sleek black dress, her hair pulled back, looking like she owns the damn place. She’s smiling. Confident. She looks... free. And I’m losing my mind.