Nina Blackwood Voice Novels & Stories

I growled, and his silence which came after annoyed me more. So I gripped tighter, my voice loud and intimidating. “Say it!” I gritted. He flinched as he stammered his words, “Le…Leah Bla…Blackwood is not dead.” His words calmed me enough, but still my grip never loosened as I continued. “She is out there somewhere, and we are going to find her. And bring her home to Ethan Blackwood,” I barked, loving the way he nodded hastily in fear as he said the words after me.

She was just a small girl! "You're so pretty! What kind of goddess is this? You're rich and beautiful!" "Wow, you're so pretty. I like you! Does Mr. Winchester need a brother-in-law?" As Nina read the comments, she laughed shyly. Her gaze was timid. Finally, she mustered up her courage and spoke softly, "Hello everyone, I'm Nina Winchester." She paused. "I've seen what happened online. In the video, the person who played the piano noisily was me."

Emily followed up and left, heading to her room. Oh, wait, right there, you got to be kidding me. Bella yelled at the top of her voice. Nana was now standing right in front of Nathan's office. Knock, knock softly. She knocks at Nathan's door. When she got no response, she said, Sir, it's me, Nana, and I am here to give you the least amount of information I could get on him. Come in, Nana. Nathan said he was trying to sound softly, but instead his manly voice betrayed him with a husky voice.

My back burned from the lashes, raw, open, and sizzling from the silver-tipped ends. By afternoon, the door creaked open. Nyra stepped in, flanked by two guards, her expression carved from ice. “Well,” she said, circling me like a vulture. “Still stubborn, I see. But I’m in a merciful mood. Apologize, and I’ll let you go.” “Come closer,” I whispered, barely lifting my head. She smirked and leaned in. I gathered the last of my strength and spat directly into her face. The guards froze, stunned.

And just like that, she stepped forward. Tall. Regal. Wrapped in charcoal grey silk and red-bottom heels. A storm in human form with cheekbones that could slit a throat and a voice smoother than poison. “I represent Scarlett Blackwood,” she said, unbothered, as if she were announcing the weather. The Reynolds board stared at her blankly.

He really had the guts to spit out sensational sh*t to his followers. "Sister Emily…" I gripped my ear as I began to hear Momo's voice. I tossed my head around hoping his voice would fade away but it only made it worse. My ears bled, the pain intense as I fell to the ground. "The Witch is down, this might just be our time to end her once and for all." The clashing sound of metals behind me sent shivers down my spine. Momo's voice had faded but I was in far greater trouble.

“Damn, Mom. You really want me to scare her, huh?” “She’s a scaredy-cat,” I say, my voice cold. “It won’t take much. Just make sure she understands that if she doesn’t back off, things will get very ugly for her. And while you’re at it, tell her to keep her mouth shut and not say a word about the Blackwoods. Ever.” “Consider it done,” Nolan says, sounding almost excited now. “Ever since I heard she isn’t as dead as we thought, I’ve been meaning to see her anyway. This will be fun.”

Then I spoke, my voice a low, lethal vibration that cut through the music of the Royal Crescent Hall. "As far as the North is concerned, this woman has been my Luna for three years—Elena Blackwood. Care to explain when exactly you decided to change your name to Clarke, Elena?" My gaze dropped, zeroing in on where her hand had been resting on Owen’s arm. Even though he’d only been guiding her back from the vanity, seeing her with another male—especially a high-ranking wolf like Oliver—bruised an ego built from centuries of Blackwood dominance. But Elena wasn't backing down. I could feel the heat radiating from her, a defiant fire that ignored the promise of the billion-dollar settlement. She