Novel & Cerita Nina Blackwood Photo

His eyes had completely disappeared into tiny crescent moons. My hold on the pillow tightened. Ding. Ding. I picked up my phone, staring at the notification illuminating the screen. A file Rita had sent me. I clicked on it, biting my lip and sitting up straighter as I read through it. The Blackwood family. Three siblings. Alicia Blackwood. The first Blackwood child. Thirty-six years old. Married to some old man who happened to come from old wealth too, sounded like a typical arranged marriage.

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.

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.

“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.

He looked at her in anger and so near to her that she did not imagine he had come here so fast, and within no time she fell down on the floor and became unconscious. . . . . After 3 days A beautiful room which full covers with black curtains. The color on the walls is also black. The bed, bed sheets, pillows and everything in the room is black. I also wore a black dress. All around mine, in bed and room, there is a great fragrance of roses which freshens myself and my mind. I opened my eyes slowly and closed them again and went to sleep for relaxation, then I woke up after 15 minutes and those fifteen minutes like that I slept for many hours.

and “I heard he talked to her.” It’s enough to make me wish I could disappear. I survived my first class thankfully without incident. Afterward, I’m walking with a group of friends...Lila, June, and Marnie...trying to focus on their chatter about an upcoming event and it’s nice hearing something normal for a change then Lila suddenly gasps. “Oh my God.” I look up and my stomach drops. Ryan Blackwood is standing in front of us calmly and silently like he’s been waiting. “Can I have a word with Elena?” he asks with his deep voice steady.

“There’s someone here to see you.” I didn’t even look up. “Who?” “She says her name is Nina.” My jaw tightened. Of course. “Let her in,” I said finally. Zade stepped aside, and Nina walked in like she owned the room. She was dressed in a black gown, very slick and fitted, showing her curves majestically. Her hair was pinned up, a few loose strands framing her face. “You’ve been ignoring my calls,” she said, closing the door behind her, as her dark and dangerous seductive eyes landed on me.

Kristen said, grabbing her hair. "Wait a sec, don't tell me it's Daniel, because he's the only one who could do that and go free" Nancy said. "Who else if not that bastard?" Kristen semi yelled angrily. "Ugh, that guy is crossing his boundaries" Abigail said tapping her feet on the ground. Paula could only look at the people she called friends. Such mentally sick people.

About Ethan on a rock at the edge of a clearing in the northern forest watching me run with nothing calculated in his expression. I thought about what it meant to be worth the waiting. Then I stood and walked back down the mountain path toward the lit windows of the estate, and the silver light moved through my palms with the easy warmth of something entirely at home in the hands that carried it. Far south, in a darkened study in the Blackwood pack's main estate, Alexander Blackwood was sitting alone in the chair behind the desk where the armrest had cracked six weeks ago under the pressure of a decision he had not been strong enough to refuse.