Bianca From Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

She also had pale white skin, white hair, and silver eyes, but she not your average goddess. (Bianca POV) What is going on? My father is really Poseidon. My mother is still alive, and she’s the moon goddess. I’m not really human, and I am pregnant with Asmodeus. I think my head is going to spilt and I want to throw up so badly that I try my hardest to get to the bathroom. It’s a good thing there is one connected to this room, and as I got up to run that I forgotten the iv as it pulls out.

I heard Bianca said, I chuckled at the utterance of her words. “Yooo!” I heard Xavier say as well, they both walked in hand in hand with a wide grin on their faces, they looked very happy. “What’s all this?” Ezra asked, his eyes slowly landed on her chest and so did mine, there was a mark on her chest. “You told her about the supernaturals!” Ezra said in shock. “Actually, I’m a hybrid, my mother is a witch,” Bianca said and I squealed, Ezra looked shocked as well.

But the faint, intimate moan of Alessia in the background made his lie painfully obvious. I checked the tracker. Seeing them entangled, my eyes burned with rage. I was about to storm in and confront them. Dante blocked me. He gripped my wrist tightly, voice icy, as he said, "Bianca, she's the Bellini family Principessa. You can't touch her. If anything happens to her, forget about curing your orphanage director." I froze, blood running cold. The woman who raised me, my most important person, depended on the medicine in Dante's hands for her life.

"Then let them try. I will burn before I let them take him." ****** That night, Bianca stood before a mirror in her lavish suite across the city. Her fingers traced her reflection as though she were sculpting destiny itself. "You heard him, didn't you?" she whispered to herself, recalling the moment Luca murmured Alessia's name. The sound of it still made her stomach twist with rage. She pulled a vial from a velvet box, A vial of dark, shimmering liquid gifted to her by her son, Jackson. "This time," she hissed, her eyes gleaming, "it won't matter what name he whispers. Because when he wakes, his soul will already belong to me."

I would always catch her hastily finishing her work, to go and be around her, even if it was just to catch a glimpse of her. Who could blame her though? Bianca, whom was a good nine years older, was so breath taking with a face of that of a goddess, her golden ginger red hair trinkling down her waist in waves. I failed to believe that this woman was Italian. Her face was also youthful and fair, with no blemishes whatsoever. Unlike me, whose face was tainted with freckles and looked so far in comparison to her.

Eisenhower point at her to explain the Bernoulli's Principle. Natasha was placing her books on her desk and moving to her seat when somebody else beat her to it. "What do you want, Bianca?" she started, with a hint of annoyance. The girl named Bianca was seated in Natasha's place with her long exposed legs crossed over each other from outside the seat. Bianca Synclair-or as she was popular known; 'Queen B' . She was tall with dark brown hair and green eyes that always seemed to be in a fight with the heavy mascara she wore everyday but she was really pretty though and a bit of a self-righteous arrogant attitude, which of course was an understatement.

I demanded. Bianca, widely acknowledged as the future Luna and partner of Nathan, fixed me with a look of deep animosity. "The problem is, you're the omega bitch. My grandmother said you're cursed, and I have to deal with you right here, right now. If I don't, I risk losing my place as Luna!" "Cursed? What are you talking about?" I was puzzled. "You're a Luna Fate Stealer!" Bianca lunged at me, seeming like her hatred for her was reaching a crescendo. Bianca, who had grown up believing she was destined to become the Luna, found it unbearable that I might take her place.

"We break bread with the De Lucas. Nico won't mind if I talk to you, In fact, he’d probably prefer it, better me than..." She trailed off, her eyes flicking toward the entrance. The glass doors opened, the air shifted in the room. Bianca walked in. She wasn't alone, she had her usual entourage. Bianca wore white today, a cashmere coat and trousers that made her look like an ice sculpture. She scanned the room, looking for a target. Her eyes landed on me. Her lip curled, she whispered something to her friends, then started walking toward our booth. Sloane sighed, leaning back in the booth.

He didn't recognize me. I leaned down. I grabbed Bianca by the throat with one hand. She was a trained killer, a woman who had survived the DIR’s worst black-sites, and she was shaking like a leaf. "Look at me, Bianca," I whispered. The silver light from my stomach flared. It filled the entire room, a blinding supernova of violet and white. "Is it worth the price?" I didn't wait for her to answer. I threw her. She didn't hit the wall. She hit the entrance, sliding past Richard and out into the snow. She didn't stop running. She didn't even look back for her gear.

“What do you mean by this, Bianca? Are you protecting the rascal who crippled my son, Ferb?” Everyone turned to look at Bianca. They thought that she would back off after finding out the truth of the matter. However, her answer astonished everyone present. “What if I am?” Bianca tilted her head to the side and sniggered. “Mr. Horton, are you planning to hurt the man I love and trying to stop me from protecting him?” This shocked everyone. Did they hear it right? Did Bianca just say that Chase was the man she loved? Everyone knew that Bianca Cooper was one of the four beauties of South River City. She was known to have a cold personality and had the nickname of Ice Queen. She had never given