Novel & Cerita Bianca Kesempurnaan Cinta

I looked over to Dialen, to see that there was a confused looked that I’m really not sure in why. “Are you alright, Dialen?” “Yes, my lady. I’m going to try to get a hold of my master to see if he’s already here for you.” (Dialen POV) I was very intrigue with this girl human named Bianca that my master would like to call her “Doll face” or even sometime “Baby girl”. I can tell as soon as I met her that she was a lot different then the other females he would usually be around. She seemed a lot sweeter, caring, and for some reason not only do I feel something different about her, but it’s like in a way her body gives off a warm light that would put others to ease being around her, as if she we

Let them remember what I am. Whispers already commenced. She heard them sotto voce, between champagne flutes and pearl studs. "She's back…" "That's Rodriguez's daughter?" "I thought she vanished after Jake's—" Amelia smiled coldly. Let them talk. The more they talk, the more afraid they are. And then she saw her. Beatrice. Slumped like a vulture on velvet, glass held in her fist, her face motionless and cutting as a blade. And naturally she was dressed in white. White, just in case innocence could be stitched into clothing.

"I swear to you, it's not true. I haven't touched her... and I have never done that..." Bianca looked at him, quickly wiping the tears from her face, refusing to show any more weakness in front of him. "Do I still look like a fool to you... huh?!" she said, hitting his chest hard to back him off from coming any closer to her. "I don’t care about you... or anyone in your midst! You despise me... and I hate you every day of my life! When I look into the mirror, all I see is your shadow! My hate for you is the only reason I've managed to keep going!"

"N-No! It's not true! Let me explain! This isn't real!" She lunged forward, trying to grab his arm, but he shoved her away in disgust. Priscilla fell to the carpet in a heap, her hair coming undone. She looked pitiful and disheveled. "Someone's framing me! It must be Alina! She hates me! She wants to ruin me!" She was still trying to twist things and throw the filth back onto me. Hylton just stared at her coldly. There wasn't a trace of warmth in his eyes anymore, only endless loathing and… murderous intent.

Voluntarily, Bianca got off Kenzo's lap and immediately dropped her dress. "Do you like it, honey?" said Bianca in a sensual tone. Kenzo was silent, then he stretched out his hand and without hesitation Bianca took Kenzo's hand. Bianca was already on Kenzo's lap again, she straddled her and deliberately touched her pussy to Kenzo's penis which was covered with pants. "You want to warm up first, before discussing serious matters to me" whispered Bianca with a sensual tone, she held Kenzo's cheeks. Kenzo slowly nodded his head, he tried to follow Bianca's direction.

He took some steps away before clearing his throat to indicate that he was done. “You look perfect now,” Felix let out as Bianca turned to stare at him. She could feel the pain that was erupting from her bottom lips. She had bit on it very hard and it now stings a lot, she cleaned her moist hands on her cloth before giving her boss a nod. Bianca felt a little off with the situation as she tried to smile a little but failed. Bianca felt like she had been incomplete without the touch of her boss, it was embarrassing but she felt like it was high time she got into a romantic relationship already.

Ezra on the other ,maintains his opinion that they are not a couple but, the boss might be getting something from her which would make him calm about their supposed relationship. Bianca is seen as a very elegant lady, intelligent and hardworking, but all knew she always makes use of the slightest opportunity she's got, not minding if it favours or displeases someone else. She always wanted to be on the winning side and show her skills at all times. Aria had heard her several times discussing with her friend Tonia ,on wanting to end up with only well made men. She had zero chance for broke dudes and wasn't ready to settle for less.

“I came for clarity.” Serena’s smile curved like a blade. She leaned closer, lips brushing the air beside Bianca’s ear. “Then let me offer it. I was Matteo’s once. Long before you. He bled for me. Killed for me, Loved me in ways you cannot imagine. Do you truly think you’re anything more than his passing obsession?” The venom was calculated. Meant to strike deep. But Bianca did not flinch. She met Serena’s gaze with fire. “You made a mistake,” she whispered. “I didn’t come here to measure scars. I came to bury snakes.”

It was a woman. Blonde. Elegant. Cold as glass. Amara opened the door a crack. “Yes?” The woman smiled thinly. “You must be the American.” “And you are?” “Bianca Romano,” she said. “Luca's fiancée.” Amara blinked. Laughed. Once, disbelieving. “You've got the wrong apartment.” “No,” Bianca said sweetly. “I have the wrong timing.” She pushed past before Amara could stop her. Heels clicking on marble, she walked in like she belonged there. Her dress was designer, her perfume sharp enough to draw blood.

I looked up slowly, meeting the icy, sapphire eyes of Bianca Rossi. She was exactly as I remembered—the "perfect" woman. She was draped in a cream-colored Chanel suit that cost more than my first two years of medical school. Her blonde hair was pulled into a sleek, aggressive ponytail, and her skin looked like it had never known a day of stress. She was the woman Caspian was supposed to marry—the one with the right bloodline and the right cold heart to match his own.