Bianca Alexa Santos Novels & Stories

she gestured, her voice sounding broken. She already had a lot to take care of and was feeling sleepy—all she needed was a rest. “Well, I think introducing myself will do best.” the lady flung her hair to the back, her lips stretched into a sinister smile. “My name is Bianca, and I'm the only sister to the late Luna to Alpha Don Dante.” she folded her arms against her chest. ‘Now, do you get it right?”

Bianca knows well how to put these two grown babies in their place. Bianca is also not in the favor of Alessandro on marrying Anupama but she can not tell him anything because as much as she considers Alessandro as a brother, she can't forget her role as his PA. She knows Alessandro better than Samuel does so she doesn't want to stop him from the things he is planning to do as he never does anything without any reason and if he wants to get married to a person whom he doesn't know well then there is something he is not telling anyone.

Bianca Nana and her mother stared at Bianca as she got off the phone. She hadn't been able to wipe the silly smile off her face fast enough. "Was that who I think it was?" Nana asked. Bianca gave in, nodding. Ever since the past summer, she'd been seeing the Felix Sanchez, current middleweight boxing champion of the world. She didn't know a thing about boxing, but everyone, especially in her neighborhood, knew about Felix. She'd gone to high school with him, and he became the local hero when he started winning fight after fight. Then he'd won the championship over a year ago. He was now known worldwide and she was dating him.

Being an ex-regular, Bianca was well aware that it was unusual for them to have special clients. With that, she was prompted to ask, “…May we know who the client is?” “Oh! She’s Dennis Stanley’s goddaughter who goes by Whitney Baun! She used to be Young Master Burton’s first love, I think. That would certainly explain why she carries his gold card around-”

Her neck twisted to the side. “Nonno!” Alaric pulled her back into his hold. “Don’t hit her. You know she’s right.” “Let go!” Bianca pushed out of his hold. “She’s a disrespectful brat!” Alejandro snapped. “The De Lucases don’t mix with civilians, and it won’t start with some surrogate woman…” “You are despicable!” Bianca cried. “I hate you! And if anything happens to Alessandro, the Carusos won’t go free on this one.” She flashed him a glare, swatted off tears from her eyes, and stormed out.

Bianca crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a sharp, incredulous breath as she shook her head. "Shit, this is so completely messed up," Bianca muttered, glancing sideways at Pedro. "Uncle Pedro, I don't mean any disrespect to you, but if this is real... then Nysa Vexari isn't just a simple, unhinged girl. She knew something. She had to."

25 ANNALISE I jolted upright, the remnants of a dream clinging to me like cobwebs. A dream filled with whispered promises and stolen kisses under a canopy of stars – a dream featuring a certain infuriatingly handsome knight named Adrian. A giddy smile stretched across my face. Today was the day! The day I, Annalisa du Wales, would finally present my business proposition to the Queen herself, right there in the glorious Royal Palace. My heart did a little victory lap in my chest. This wasn’t just any business proposition, mind you. This was my brainchild, a revolutionary new loom design that would change the textile industry – faster, more efficient, and guaranteed to produce the most exquisi

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

The moment my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light. **Alpha Lorenzo Bianchi - POV** I watched Gabriel dance with the woman on the dance floor, stealing furtive glances at the girl seated a few chairs away from me. Ever since that incident, I had buried myself in work to avoid women, but she felt different. It had been an hour since she walked into the bar, and I couldn’t shake the feeling she ignited something deep within me. Unlike the other women here, she wasn’t dressed provocatively, yet there was something undeniably pretty about her that drew me in.

Raul muttered under his breath, already knowing this ridiculous stunt was done just to rile people up. The car door flung open, and Bianco stepped out with his signature smug grin. "Hello, people!" he announced grandly. "I'm Bianco Montez, and with me is the queen of the night—my newly wedded wife, Mrs. Jasira Montez D'Amano!" "Fucking idiot," Raul hissed, rising to his feet, clearly ready to pounce. I grabbed his wrist. "Please... spare him," I said softly. With a clenched jaw, he sat back down, though still visibly annoyed. As if sensing it, Bianco glanced over his shoulder and winked at him, which only deepened Raul's scowl.