Nina Blackwood Photo Novels & Stories

Nathan said, running his hand through his hair in exasperation. He spun one of his monitors toward me. The headline made my stomach tighten. RICHARD BLACKWOOD DENIES ALL ALLEGATIONS. "He held a press conference?" I asked, shock evident in my otherwise hoarse voice. "Oh, he did more than that."Nathan clicked play. Richard Blackwood appeared on the screen.For the first time in my life, I was looking at the man responsible for destroying my mother's life. He looked nothing like the monster I had imagined. He was handsome, Well dressed. Calm in a way that made you trust him.

The photo loads. My hands freeze on the keyboard. Paige. Standing outside a building I recognize. Blackwood Tower. NovaCore headquarters. She's dressed casual. Weekend clothes. Hair loose. She's looking up at something. Waiting for someone. I scroll to the next photo. A man opens the door. Julian Blackwood. Grey eyes. Dark shirt. Sleeves rolled up. He's looking at her like she's the only thing in the world worth looking at. She steps inside. The door closes behind them.

“Blackwood Empire’s corporate records. Founding period documentation.” He looked up at me. “And the people in it.” “I don’t know who they are,” I said. “That’s why I’m here.” I paused. “That couple standing beside Alexander and Eleanor Blackwood. I don’t recognize them. But I need to know who they are.” Nathan looked at the photograph again. He picked it up, which surprised me, held it closer, and I watched his face move through the looking, and I couldn’t read what the looking was producing in him, whether it was recognition or continued confusion or something between the two.

Nina chuckled lightly. "Of course I know. You have your agenda, and I can't stop you. But don't let your sister interfere with me again." "Alright." Micah could have ignored her, but he still responded. Nina had found Scarlett and Scott, so she technically didn't need to go back to the slave camp. But now she said, "I'm not restricted, right? I need to go to the slave camp to find someone." Micah looked at her. "Don't you still have the black card?"

Why the hell did Adrian Blackwood have a photo of a woman who had died over a decade ago? Her fingers tightened around the edges. Whatever was happening between them… It had just gotten a lot more complicated.

After my chat with Tatiana when I arrived, I felt that something wasn't adding up so I decided to launch my own investigation. Ivan reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a photograph, holding it out for me to see. The image is a bit blurry but I can make out the subtle features of Aaron Blackwood. I arch a brow in Ivan's direction “This was taken two days ago at a warehouse in Chicago,” Ivan explains, grey smoke swirling around as he exhales slowly. “I thought he was missing” “He was, for about a month. Then he popped out of nowhere.” I study the photo, the edges of my mouth tightening, “Who is he meeting with?”

“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.

I felt my jaw tighten so hard the muscle clicked. It was a high-definition photograph of Carter Blackwood standing outside the university gates, his hand holding open the passenger door of his car for Maya. Her face was clearly visible, caught mid-smile as she looked up at him. Another picture showed the two of them driving away together, the luxury sedan cutting through the campus traffic. Right beneath the images, printed in a loud, obnoxious font, was the headline. "Is Blackwood heir Carter Blackwood dating the mystery designer behind Toronto Wolves captain Killian Yates' banquet suit?"

“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.

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"