Nina Blackwood Voice Change Novels & Stories

The scene inside slammed into me like a physical blow. Lucian Blackwood had the woman bent over his desk. Her dress was bunched around her waist, expensive silk crumpled like discarded tissue. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into bare flesh hard enough to leave marks. The sharp crack of skin meeting skin echoed through the room. She moaned, a throaty, desperate sound. “Harder,” she gasped. “Please, Alpha.” My body froze. Brain struggling to process. This was the legendary playboy heir I’d been warned about, the man I was supposed to report to, the future leader of the most powerful pack in the northern territories.

She groaned oddly, a sound half-growl half-gasp. Nina froze. I looked up slowly. “Elara…?” I whispered. She sat up slowly—too slowly. Her movements weren’t natural. And her lips parted. But the voice that came out? Wasn’t hers.

I said, and this time my voice didn't shake. "We'll see." Neomi checked her watch. "I'll return tomorrow at nine AM sharp. We have twenty-one days to make you into a Blackwood." She swept out as dramatically as she'd entered. Maya rushed over. "Ivy, that woman is a stone cold bitch." "I know." "She basically called you worthless." "I know." "And you're just going to let her talk to you like that?" I turned to face my best friend, and something hardened in my chest.

His eyes were burning fiercely, so much so that Lola could almost see a flame in their center as they stared at Jax. “Lola.” Her attention was pulled as Mrs.Blackwood said her name. She walked closer, her heels tapped against the hardwood floors. A nasty snarl crept up on her face, and her eyes were anything but kind as they took in Lola’s appearance. “Your life is about to be very different. It will change in ways you can not even imagine, and you will learn things that most humans only ever fantasize about. You are not leaving this town, and you are not leaving this house, not until you agree to the terms we are about to set forth.” Her voice dragged out. The words were spoken with a sicke

Because those were actually the realest escapes I could think of. “That’s ridiculous, Nina. Are they trying to kill me?” “Is that her? Is that Logan’s bitch daughter?” someone growled from the background, a male’s voice, and then Callum’s face appeared on the screen for a split second before Nina put down the phone. “Lord Blackwood! I’m just… It’s no one.” “I’ll talk to that bitch or I’ll go to New York myself to—” The call dropped. Damn it. I was literally fucked right now. I needed to see Adam.

They lurked slowly until they came across a pair of feet behind the bushes, black feet. "Oh my God.." Polly said. No, it can't be. Ernest thought. Ernest took the first step, each more hesitant than the last before he finally approached the other side and fell to his knees. This caused Polly and Michael to rush over and gasp. A Black girl with clear bruises scattered amongst her body. Her mouth agape, eyes wide with old tears down her face staring into the sky as if she had asked God for help. To save her. But no answer.

Natalia looked at her immediately. “Leonardo will come back,” Madam Blackwood said confidently. “And eventually, he’ll do exactly what I want.” Natalia relaxed then slowly shifted her gaze toward me and smiled. But there was nothing nice about the smile. She leaned slightly closer. “You should watch yourself,” she whispered quietly enough that only I could hear. “Because this house is going to get very uncomfortable for you.”

She knew that she had to answer Nina’s endless questions. As Elaina came out, Nina was standing at the bathroom door with a gun pointed at her. “Who are you?” Nina shouted. “Nina, listen to me,” Elaina tried to calm down Nina, but Nina was crying with anger and fear. Nina snapped, “Are you a duplicate of Mrs Black? Where is our madam? Who are you?” “Relaxed, Nina. I'm Elaina.” Elaina shrugged and tried to ease Nina's tension. However, no cheesy word affected Nina.

Just air and panic and half-words that died before they formed. Mr. Reynor.” Her voice was steady. Too steady. The kind you used when you’d already made up your mind and you’re just waiting for the other person to catch up. A short, ugly sound left my mouth. Not laughter. Close to it, but not really. “And why is that, Miss Blackwood?” She pinched the bridge of her nose like I was a headache she’d been managing all day and exhaled — hard, loud, like she was blowing out a match. “I’m fine now. I don’t need to be driven around anymore.”

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.