Bianca Kesempurnaan Cinta Novels & Stories

“I need to think about it, Ella.” She frowned, clearly unhappy with the non-answer. “What’s there to think about? It’s not like either of you actually likes the other. She certainly only sees you as someone to fix and mold into the perfect ally.” The words stung, perhaps because they contained a kernel of truth. Bianca was always working to make him into the perfect partner—for her own gain. He understood the political nature of their arrangement, but still, his pride rebelled at the idea of trying so hard to win the validation of someone who didn’t want him romantically.

she said, each word measured and deliberate, "then no. I don't want it. I don't want any of it." Justin recoiled as if she had struck him. His mouth opened, then closed. For a moment, he looked almost physically wounded—his face pale, his eyes wide, his carefully constructed composure crumbling around him. But Bianca wasn't finished. She broke down completely then—not the quiet, controlled tears she had shed in Monica's arms earlier, but something messier, uglier, more honest. Her body shook with sobs that seemed to come from somewhere deep and ancient, somewhere that had been hurting for a very long time. She pressed her hand against her mouth, trying to stifle the sounds, but they escaped

” Perfect “, she exclaimed in French as she giggled aloud and the housekeepers joined her. ”Where is Mr.Rivers’?”Bianca asked one of the housekeepers.” He’s in his room”, she replied pointing at the door at the far end.” Thank you “, Bianca muttered as she made her way to his room to thank him for the dress and everything. She knocked softly, bracing herself to speak up when she saw him, without feeling butterflies in her tummy. She pressed her ear to the door and noticed it had not been shut.” Damian, let me lock the door, someone might see us you know “, a red-haired woman said before placing a kiss on Damian’s chin and moving towards the door to lock it.” Who’s there?”, Damian asked as th

"It's the truth. The painful truth. Do you want to compete against her to win Aiden over? Oh shit! You will lose. Any guy would get captivated just by looking into those blue eyes of hers." "Now talking about her body? She has got a banging body." Bianca added scrolling down. I am sure she is checking more of her pictures. I won't lie. Bianca was speaking the truth. I stand no chance against her. With those crazy assets of hers? Any guy would fall on his knees to worship her. But I won't accept it. I don't care what I look like. I don't care if I am slender or thinner. "I don't care if I am slender or thinner. I would fight for what is mine."

******* The Island Paradise1 After all those hard days and tireless nights of working, Bianca was finally enjoying the ultimate vacation on a little-known Caribbean island. Bianca was a tall brunette with dark brown hair falling to the middle of her back. She had a nice figure, not too big, not too small. Even though she was an attractive woman, she didn’t have a boyfriend at the moment and hadn’t for quite a while. She’d tried, but every time she liked someone the lies and deceptions destroyed any possible relationship. And her fear of catching something kept her from one-night stands, making it even harder. So she concentrated on her career. Being the president of a dot-com business kept h

"Please Mom." Bianca looked down at him and touched his cheek lovingly. She really wanted to stand up for her son now that he wanted her help but she didn't want it said that Queen Bianca of Mercia refused to support her husband in his decision to get their son married to someone in his class because he was in love with a commoner.

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.

The long lashes fluttered as she lifted her lids to stare outside; the slope of her nose, the curve of her full lips, and her cheek…She was like a porcelain statue, standing there, rigid with tension but so achingly beautiful, he felt his heart swell with love for Bianca. He loved her, he knew he loved her more than she loved him; but it was something he had grown to accept. Wen Bianca looked at the charming, rakish Irishman; she wore a totally different expression, one of such adoration, that he felt his breath hitch. But she never blatantly showed any difference between her Masters. On the other hand, she clung more to St Just, possibly to make up for her subconscious guilt, he sometimes m

“Just – do you have anyone in mind? I need someone who can handle this life, B. Someone…born to it.” “I understand,” Bianca replies with a sigh, pulling her phone out of the back pocket of her tight jeans as the machine starts to whir and grind. “Girlfriends and women you’ve got – you’re looking for a wife now. I get it.” She turns back to the group, leaning against the counter and starting to flick through her contacts. “You got someone in mind?” Giana asks, genuinely curious now. “Oh, I’ve got several in mind,” Bianca replies, a smile on her perfectly painted lips. “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long, long time.”

“I'm not a good woman. As you said this afternoon. So, be nice to me so that I don't leave your life. It's true that my body is not as perfect as it used to be. I can't give you offspring. However, there is one thing you should know. There is no woman who can love you like I love you. And I hope you can take advantage of this last opportunity. Do you understand, darling?” Gerald choked. Bianca's voice is soft and sounds seductive. However, the words that came out of his mouth were so sharp and plunged into his heart. “I understand, darling.” "That's just my husband!" Bianca stood on tiptoe and bit both of Gerald's lips. Gives kisses that are so soft, but demanding. Bianca's hands started to