Bianca Di Angelo Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

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.

Roman and Bianca rumoured to be dating for the past few months. Athena must agree that Bianca was very beautiful. She had blonde hair, a tanned complexion, green doe-like eyes and a body to die for. She was a perfect match for a man like Roman Morin. A smart, beautiful and educated woman from a prestigious family unlike her who was just a plain maid.

It was thick, suffocating and wrapping around me like a cold blooded animal. “I came with a gift,” Bianca said. “She's a spy from the Ironclad pack. Sent by Daemon to watch my movements in and out of your perimeters,” “You haven't been here in weeks,” “You wanted me to get rid of a child. My child,” she snapped. I almost went out of character. Child?

Bianca's expression instantly cracked, unable to hold back her anger as she glared and exclaimed, "You brat, what do you know? This perfume is specially prepared to meet Al tomorrow!" "Oh, that Al might be suffocated!" Christopher closed his eyes with a sigh, adding another dig. Bianca was completely exasperated, wishing she could turn into a monster and snatch away this little demon. She vowed never to give him a chance again, otherwise, she would make this little brat suffer. ***

Bianca turned and headed upstairs without a word. Seeing her arrogant demeanor, Seraphine felt a sense of satisfaction. She had just thought to walk toward Malcolm, but he swiftly passed by her like a gust of wind, heading straight in Bianca's direction. Seraphine fell silent. She stood there, her face paling slightly. - Feeling the danger behind her, Bianca quickened her pace. However, Malcolm caught up to her in no time. As the forceful push from behind came, Bianca found herself propelled into the room, the door slamming shut with a resounding bang!

*********** Bianca tucked Shina into bed after reading her a bedtime story. "Whatever I'm doing, I'm doing it for your own good, don't ever hate me in the future if you ever get to find out the wrong things I have done. But then, you know the Hunterlinks don't feel guilty so I will never be guilty of anything. Good night, my Angel," she said and got herself in bed and then closed her eyes with plans mapped out in her head. She had her plans ready for tomorrow, she just has to accomplish them. ********

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?”

The glass slipped from her fingers, shattering on the marble floor. "You," she hissed. Her face went from pale to a livid, terrifying purple. "How did you get in here? Where is the Omega?" "Get away from me," Henry growled, his silver-laced blood making his eyes pulse with a faint light. "You shouldn't be here," Bianca whispered, her voice trembling with a manic, sharp edge. "You were supposed to stay in the dark. You were supposed to be the ghost." She lunged for him, her fingernails like claws.

Angel Bianca stood there for a few seconds after Drake walked away. Her chest rose heavily with anger while her eyes burned into mine. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then suddenly. She laughed. Cold. Sharp. Mocking. “So this is what he has reduced himself to?” she said bitterly. I folded my arms slowly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh please,” Bianca scoffed immediately. “Don’t act innocent with me.” She stepped closer. Her heels clicked dangerously against the floor.

*** But the Langford estate was not silent. Lady Bianca lay propped against pillows in her grand bedroom, her face pale, her breathing ragged. The nurse tried to feed her spoonfuls of broth, but Bianca waved it aside, her trembling hands clutching at Marcus’s. “I told you,” she whispered, her voice thin. “That Chloe is poison. Look what she’s done now.” Marcus’s jaw tightened. “Please…” “Don’t patronize me!” she snapped, her strength flaring for a brief second. “I feel it. She’s unraveling this family thread by thread. If Ares turns against us completely…”