Bianca From Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

“What now? Going to scare me into talking? You don’t have it in you to hit a woman, Luca. That’s not your style.” I tilted my head, gaze cold. “You’re right. I won’t lay a hand on you.” I stepped aside, and from the shadows emerged Bianca—a ruthless enforcer, known in our circles as La Dama di Dolore, the Lady of Pain. She wore a tailored black suit, her dark hair sleek back, eyes sharp as razors. Her reputation preceded her. Alicia’s smirk faltered. Bianca cracked her knuckles. “We’ll see how talkative you are soon enough.”

Before Luca could answer, Celeste pushed open the car door and stumbled toward him. “Luca,” she cried, clutching his sleeve. “Bianca is hurt. She was in the office with me when the blast hit. She swallowed smoke, and now she can barely breathe.” Bianca was the white Persian Luca had given Celeste years ago, back when everyone in the Romano estate still thought she would become its mistress. One of Luca’s men brought the cat over in a soot-stained towel. Bianca trembled weakly, her white fur gray with smoke.

Then I saw her. Bianca stood near the edge, back to me, the moonlight catching in her golden hair as it danced in the wind. Her short, tight skirt clung to her curves, her arms bare and trembling in the cold. "Bianca," I called gently, stepping forward with one hand outstretched. "Get down from there." She turned halfway, eyes red and glassy, a nearly empty bottle of whiskey swinging from one hand. Her face was streaked with tears. "You!" she spat, raising the bottle toward me like a weapon. "Don't come closer—I swear I'll throw it!" She wiped her face with her free hand.

They both caught our attention, making us see who it was; Carlo was clapping his hand to get Bianca’s attention. “You’ve been resting for too long! Time to come back here for practice!” Through my peripheral vision, I saw Bianca rolling her eyes before yelling back, “Look who’s talking! Well, it's the one who’s thirty minutes late!” She then rose from her seat. And just when I thought she was going to leave, she stood up in front of me. “If you really are looking forward to Freya’s protection, don’t you think being part of the war would be your best option?” she shrugs, putting both her hands on top of my shoulder as she leans in.

Bianca "Bambi?" Benji's voice drifts towards me, closer than I had anticipated. I look up to see him stepping into the room, his bare feet silently connecting with the cool tiled floor. A rush of confusion washes over him as he considers the precarious position I'm in. "Shit, Bianca?" he exclaims, the surprise lacing his voice. Before I can gather my thoughts, he gently rolls me onto my back, the warmth of his presence creating a stark contrast to the chill surrounding us.

And her nipples were visibly kissing the silky dress, they were hard and protruding and everyone could see that. Bianca seemed to like it. She had a smug expression on her face as she finally got down the staircase and I wasn't in any way surprised. She was an attention whore; she loved the spotlight and could even kill for it. My eyes darted back to Bianca's PA, Harriet that stood inches away from her. Bianca might have thought she looked splendid which was not a lie, I wasn't going to dispute that fact but my Harriet was by far more stunning.

Bianca bid the man good night and went in the direction of her room too. But, before she could step inside her room, she got the news that the alpha of the moonshine pack was around. She groaned, Zane just couldn't wait. "Ugh! Zane, why couldn't you wait till tomorrow, I'm tired." Bianca whined at the sight of her mate, who chuckled, but the chuckling died down when he saw the look on Bianca's face, who had come to discover that a girl was hanging off of her mate's arm.

“How is Bianca?” “She’s fine. Absolutely fine. She’s gone with that vampire, the big blonde one with gender dysphoria, to meet the covens. I was in town, helping to create diversions when you arrived and,” he gestured around them to indicate that he had been with them ever since.

She walked in wearing white and baby pink. With a single glance, you could tell she was dressed to the nines from head to toe. When it came to this woman, the supermodels had no chance. Everyone turned to look at her as she walked hand in hand with that beautiful young lady in black for the last time, even though she was wearing blue instead of black. This time, the white witch's hair was adorned with pink diamonds, and the head chain covered most of her head, with some silver chains dangling on her hair that extended all the way down her back.