Bianca Di Angelo Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Cordelia asked, pacing back and forth in her bedroom. “No I didn’t. I was very busy yesterday. Why?” McKayla asked. “Nothing, it’s nothing. I just thought I saw you.” Cordelia answered. “Wait, McKayla, before you hang up, who am I assigned to now?” “See at 11. Talk to you later Cordelia.” McKayla said. ~IN the Fainting Goat~ Immediately McKayla, dropped the call, Senator Ivan and two hefty men entered into McKayla’s office. “Senator Ivan.” McKayla answered, with her voice cracking. “I didn’t expect to see you this early.” She said.

She writhed, clawing against my hand where I forced her head down. "Shhh," I murmured, leaning close enough for my breath to tickle her ear. "Calm down. Why struggle this much and never once scream? That isn't very feminine of you, Bianca. Ladies are supposed to shriek when monsters touch them." Her muffled noise wasn't a scream. It was more like a growl. She forced my hand down and spat, "Let go of me! I don't want anything to do with Dante—or his damn problems!"

The phantom sensation of his body pressed against mine, the wicked heat of his tongue on my ear, and the terrifying ache still pulsing between my thighs refuses to fade. Francesca comes to a stop directly in front of me, her face stern, arms cross over her chest, her sharp eyes narrowing with suspicion. "I asked a question, Bianca. And why are you shaking like you’ve seen a ghost?" A ghost. The words hit me like ice water. Yes. That's exactly what Luca is, a ghost from my darkest past, risen from the depths to haunt me, to ruin me. But I can’t speak. The words are lodged in my throat, choking me. My lips part, but nothing comes out except a shallow, ragged breath.

I hum. Then, I point to the sky and say, “That one’s Bella, she looks bright and elegant.” Bianca chuckles. “You know, ever since I turned fourteen, I accepted the fact that she’s gone, however, I stuck to doing this with Alessandro because we got to bond over something.” I nod and say, “You’re a kind soul, Bee. You’re the angel. Although you call me one, it’s you who is one.” She says, “Well, you’re one too. You’re an angel to this family.”

Sometimes she is messing with the students but I didn’t care. “Hailey.” I called her using a low voice so no one would think I’ve gone crazy for talking by myself. She stopped playing on her toes and face me taking her feet down to the floor. “Yes?” “Angelo is a demon?” She gave me a shrug. “And how can you still be here? My Birthday is done.” “Angelo asked me to watch over you,” she said. “Why would he do that?” I lean my back on the chair acting as normal as possible so no one would think I’m crazy.

Just then, Angel rushed in. I choked on my saliva, my pupils dilated. “An…Angel, what are you doing here? I…I…mean, you are…up?” I squeaked. “Hey sis!” She muttered cheerfully, strutting towards me with her hands wide open. “I'm really sorry about your miscarriage!” She whispered softly into my ear as we embraced. I swallowed hard before responding with a thanks. She was supposed to be with Luis, not up and running with Ace. And if Ace reclaimed her, where was Luis? I wondered rhetorically.

Bianca tried to get loose but Achyls grip on her was too tight. "No. I think it's time for someone from your side to die." As Achyls prepared to crush Bianca's body she was suddenly covered in glitter. She was so startled that she dropped Bianca into Gunnar's arms. When Achyls looked up she saw the glitter was coming from near the door. "You leave our Mommy alone you stupid witch," Polly screamed at her. When she and Trisha saw Bianca in Anchyls arms their protective instincts took over. Achyls smiled evilly. She couldn't see them but she knew where they were.

When the door opens again, Angel walks in with Bianca holding her hand and a small hospital cup of water in the other. Bianca brightens when she sees me and runs straight into my lap. “Rue! I found water.” She's finally speaking to me. I kiss her forehead. “Good job.” Angel watches us. There is something stiff in her posture. She does not step closer, which is unusual for her. She usually hovers. “You two should get some rest,” she says to Alessandro. “You look like death. Both of you.” “That is not helpful,” I reply.

Feet pounded, voices barked orders. I clenched my jaw so tight my teeth ached. “Dad, you really want to hand my weakness to Kael like a gift-wrapped sword?” He didn’t respond. Minutes later, Bianca entered, her long white coat swirling behind her like a ghost’s veil. Her eyes shimmered with an eerie silver light, younger than most witches I’d met, but every glance she cast my way made me feel like a child caught in a storm of judgment. She settled beside me without asking for permission, fingertips cold and trembling with power brushing my forehead.

Bianca casually said, naturally making it sound like she was in control, though a little awkward. Hey, don’t bully the savior of your father, the white-robed angel. Alex nodded. "Of course, no trouble." He stood up and went inside. Charlie turned his gaze toward Bianca, who was holding the peach knife and seemed lost in thought. He was deep in thought too. Bianca’s back began to tingle under his gaze. Is he planning to have me eliminate his rival? …… In the room. Candice was on the phone with her mother.