Bianca Lawson 90s Novels & Stories

She took off her robe and went to take a bath, today new investors arrived, her father wanted the company to expand more and the truth is that was more than good. She decided on a white dress, with only one long sleeve, it reached a few centimeters above her knee, and at her waist she wore a white belt, she combined her shoes and bag in black. Her natural hair was brown but she had done a blonde balayage and she liked the change and it was something she really needed, her hair reached right where her breasts began, she left it loose, her makeup was simple, it only highlighted her blue eyes and her thick lips. She looked in the mirror and she looked beautiful and professional, but with no des

“He doesn't want you, Bianca. Don't ruin this day with your crazy feelings. Forget him!“ Bianca muttered to herself, she later put on a red dress that compliments her fair-skinned color. Bianca clears all negativity off her mind as she walks down the stairs, her fingers on the rails and the end of her gown sweeping the stairs as she walked. She has a big smile on her lips which has red lipstick as she has flashbacks of the sweat memories she ever had with her biological dad. “Hmm… Look who's here!“ Sophia nervously smiles as she hides a phone behind her. “Yeah. It's the only heir of the Williams.“ Bianca chuckles as she turned around. She noticed a sad look on Sophia's face “What's the matte

Later, I heard that Bianca’s life in New Haven had turned miserable. One after another, the same friends she used to have started bullying her. “She’s such a good actress. An orphan pretending to be a rich heiress for eight whole years.” “Do you think she had plastic surgery to look like Donna Vitale? That’s why they look so alike.” “She’s got incredible nerve, living for eight years by stepping on the real daughter’s head.” “Bianca, give me back the Patek Philippe I bought you. That watch cost two hundred thousand dollars.”

she murmured, glancing in the mirror, her clothes seemed to be floating, she sulked. If her mother wasn't so controlling, she would be able to stay at home and study her way. But no, turning her children into machines was the best idea of course. Bianca grabbed her brush and ran it through her white hair, it's texture silky, reflecting the moonlight in a glamorous manner. That was just Bianca, standing at 5'11, long, blinding, white hair, pale smooth skin, sharp features, full, bow-shaped lips, slender figure. You could say she looked like the cliche.

I growled as I pursued her and left Elmira staring into space, with her jaw hanging. She recovered herself and started wearing her own outfit while the two of us ran around the house. Elmira was almost done with my makeup when Sasha ran in, begging her to do hers before my mom and the other women arrived. Violet and Bianca went to their own apartments to get ready because for Violet’s really pale like skin and platinum blonde hair, she would need her professional beautician’s touches. She usually modeled for color contrast and was sought after for her skin and her violet colored iris. Bianca loved her sleep and she didn't want to waste any hour chatting and gossiping while she could catch up

Liam's POV Bianca sashayed down the stairs in what I believed they called a mermaid dress. It was pale blue, pretty long and so tight-fitted, her curves melted into the dress. Her blonde hair was curled up and pinned with a few strands left to dangle in the front.

We pulled apart, and she looked at my face—mascara streaks, dried tears, puffy eyes. “Come in, come in,” she said quickly, dragging me and my bags inside. “Wait, how’d you even get here?” I wiped my face. “A woman helped me. Bianca Brown.” Becca froze mid-step. “Bianca Brown?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah.” Becca’s eyes widened. “As in the billionaire beauty icon Bianca Brown? The woman with the yacht named Freedom?” “Yup,” I said, exhausted. Becca stared at me like I had grown a halo. “Girl, you left Logan Hart this evening and you’re already rubbing elbows with the queen of glow-ups? This is fate.”

119. Bianca stood in front of the big company building, her heart beating frantically in her chest. Her eyes ran over the company name: GLAM GIRLS ENTERTAINMENT. She had been able to get a job as a personal assistant to one of the celebrity models there.

I said, sitting down on the sofa as she sat on the one adjacent to mine, and I smoothed the invisible creases of my dress. She didn’t need to tell me who she was; I already knew her, as did every girl who loved makeup. Bianca Warner was from the popular multibillionaire Warner family and owned the biggest make-up and skincare brand in the entire country. No one could compete with her; she was a god in her field.

He had started up a new branch in California so it needed all his attention for the time being. “You need to control your temper.” Mrs Janice snapped, her sharp eyes glaring at him. Just then, they both heard giggling behind them and they turned to see Bianca walking towards them with a beautiful young lady beside her. She had the body of a supermodel— and she was one. Her name was Veronica Hall, New York’s top model and a beauty to behold. Her wavy, blonde locks bounced on her shoulder as she walked, and a pretty smile played across her lips.