Bianca From Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Bianca, the beautiful woman in Yutarian robes with a paper umbrella, was the princess of the royal family on the Yutarian islands. Although she had joined the Swordsmen Sect and subsequently infiltrated Dramon to find the Reincarnation Pill, she had never cut off contact with the Yutarian emperor's bloodline. Half a year ago, she had sent a report about a young Dramonian. The Yutarian emperor had thought at one point that Bianca must have fallen in love for the first time and felt desire for this person. He felt that it was the reason why she had spoken in such admiration of a young Dramonian with no fame at all.

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 stood face to face with the woman who had run away earlier. She gulped, feeling a lump in her throat as she studied Serena Pierce’s facial features. Bianca had to admit she was beautiful. She had dark brown hair with captivating brown eyes and her body was to die for. “How can I help you?” Bianca asked, sounding a little stiff. She had no idea why the woman who had run away earlier was suddenly in her ward, so she had her guard up.

"Okay, so the immaculate wardrobe makes total sense now. You were literally raised in a mall." ​"Pretty much," Bianca said, a dry, amused smirk touching her lips. "I spent my entire childhood running through department stores. Coming here and dealing with people like the girl in 303 is definitely a cultural shift. My dads would have had Phiona banned from the property for that bleached hair alone." ​"Phiona," I supplied, rolling my shoulders back. "Talia found out her name from the floor registry. She's definitely committed to the villain arc." ​"She's committed to being miserable," Bianca corrected smoothly, unrolling her shoulders.

I stood on the edge of the courtyard, wind gusting through my cloak, ears tuned to the murmurs of the wind and the low groans of the world outside our circle. My name is Bianca. I’m not the blade‑bearer. I’m not the mark‑carrier. I’m the one who watches. The one who listens. In the four of them Serena, Azelia, Kale, Bianca they are the heart of the storm. I am its pulse behind the beat. And today I felt that pulse quicken.

There was very little jewelry, just one of my mother's diamonds on my ears, which I got from the vault where Antonio stored my family properties, nothing flashy. I just wanted to feel light and free, my hair was pulled back loosely, a few strands framing my face. When I looked at myself, I saw a woman who had fought through a lifetime of darkness, a woman who carried scars, but also new hope. The door opened softly, and Bianca stepped in, she moved slowly, she was still healing from that terrible night. But her eyes were bright, and a gentle smile touched her lips and she wore a light blue dress that made her look elegant.

It was more like drawing a dagger. "Tell me you two aren't doing what I think you're doing," Bianca said. Even though it was a weekend, she was dressed in a nice, pink blouse and a dark navy skirt. She had her near-black hair tied back in a severe bun. She'd done her makeup, as well, making her angular features appear almost devastatingly beautiful. I felt very much like a turd she'd found on the stairs. "Tell me this isn't what it looks like," Bianca repeated. I paused. I didn't know what to say, except to parrot it back. "It isn't what it looks like," I said. Like that was going to make a difference.

Zachary tightened her chin mercilessly as if he wanted to crush all the pride in her body. "Still not listening like this. So, do you want to do more? Anyway, I still have plenty of time." Although she had fallen silent, Bianca still glared at him angrily, like a lioness in a fit of rage, unwilling to back down. Zachary was satisfied with letting go, coldly declaring: "Do as you please today. I'll come to see you later." "Get lost!" Bianca shouted at him with all her might. She looked past Zachary's tall figure and suddenly saw someone else standing at the door. After realizing who it was, the blood on her face quickly faded, and her whole body turned pale as a sheet of paper.

That means Bianca removed every of Aurora's belongings from the house. "How long are you going to stand there for?", Charlotte heard the voice of the wicked witch and looked up. Seating on the chair was none other than Bianca herself. She was working on a laptop and a man was standing by her side. Obviously a bodyguard. "I'm sorry, boss", Charlotte said and bowed before walking towards Bianca with the tray. She dropped the tray on the table and turned to leave but was stopped. "Wait", Bianca said stopping her. Charlotte suddenly stopped breathing. Did she find out? She thought.

“The truth about Bianca. You’ll tell me now.” He regarded me for a long moment, a new respect in his gaze. “You have spine. I’ll give you that.” He nodded slowly. “Very well. A down payment on the truth.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for my ears. “The woman you know as Princess Bianca is an imposter. A pawn placed by the true power in the Moonrise Pack to secure this alliance under false pretenses. The real Bianca has been missing for years. Kairi is either a fool who has been duped, or…”