Bianca Lawson 90s Novels & Stories

Jon flirtatiously winked and she smiled. "So...the usual?" He guessed and she hummed a reply. "Comin' right up!" He breezed and got busy. Bianca took off her fur coat and dropped her purse, leaving her in a sexy little red dress. As a model, she had to keep up with the trends every second of the day...or outings. She turned around to watch the dancers but frowned when Damon Lorenzo, the sinfully beautiful international Casanova who refused to take the 'Get the bloody hell away from my life!' threats came into view.

Chris hadn’t been suspicious. Bianca was on tour. She was all over lifestyle blogs—taking pictures while touring Paris. I had scoffed when I came across one of the controversial captions those bloggers attached to her pictures they posted, “Billionaire tycoon daughter, and United state top make up artist—Bianca Lane, touring the Street of Paris in style. Her reasons? -Broken hearts heal faster in Paris. Does this means her hottie biker billionaire ‘fiancé’ like she once called it had broken up with her?’

Bella said before giving up on the fight and left the person to carry her out. Bella was lucky enough to have a lawyer as her best friend and she has been practising law for almost 3 years now. Bianca is 6 years older than Bella although most people find it really hard to believe because Bianca had a petite stature and Bella on the other hand has an hour glass figure. Her class mates even nicknamed her miss Kim when she was in high school. Bianca and Bella became best of friends because of their parents, Bella's mum and Bianca's mum have been friends since 4th grade. According to what they told their daughter's, they immediately became friends when they found out that they both shared the sa

Vincent asked as he pressed a button on the phone. “Sir, Miss Bianca Lawson is here. She wants to see you now,” a woman's voice said politely. Vincent's face turned happy with a smile on his face. “Let her in,” he said and took his hand off the button. Carson's face turned worried with his eyes kept staring at Vincent's face. The door opened, and Bianca walked into the room. She was so beautiful and elegant that everyone who saw her couldn't blink their eyes, enchanted by her beauty.

I thanked him. "I agree." Mason spoke and I turned to face him with the same smile still on my lips. "Should we go?" Rowan asked after a few minutes. "Where is Lorenzo?" I questioned him, looking around the three of them to find any trace of his muscular figure. But then, Bianca, walked to us. She is wearing a black off the shoulder glitter Corset mini dress. Her blonde hairs are left open and her nails are painted white. She looks good with that model like figure and pretty blue eyes.

Her sleeveless white top reached to her waist along with a small shorts, only reaching down to her lower thighs and the long boots with six-inch heels were looking just perfect. Her hair tied up in a high ponytail and the soft makeup done on her beautiful model-like face. "Hotel Balkan..." spoke the bodyguard. Soon she reached the hotel and was greeted by the manager especially. After all, she was the daughter of Mike Fernsby... the Irish man who owns half of the coal mines in the US and Bulgaria. "Ma'am, your suite is ready..." the manager spoke softly when Blair replied, walking in the hotel, "I want you to give me Chrisitan's room key. I'll be staying with him." and the manager just gave

Although she gave Mila and her mate Ivan the first room on the wing, they both rarely spent time around. "Get my white car ready by the time I'm done dressing." Bianca said before walking to her room. Bianca closed the golden double doors behind her before taking off the robe on her. She hung it on the coat rack before walking to the terrace door where she opened the golden glass doors to let the fresh morning breeze in. She looked out at the forest behind the building and smiled before walking into the bathroom. An hour later, a white Rolls Royce drove towards Nova designs. It was one of the largest design companies in the whole city and one of the best in the world.

His voice was devoid of any emotion. I wanted to say that I was surprised, but I wasn’t. I'd known this was coming since last Tuesday, when I saw the entertainment news on my phone. Bianca Lawson was back in New York after three years filming in Europe. The articles called her stunning, radiant, and ready to take Hollywood by storm. Every photo showed her perfect face. Dark hair like mine. Heart-shaped face like mine. Wide brown eyes like mine. I was her shadow. Her cheap replacement. I always had been. The painful truth was in every magazine cover she was in.

Julia looks around then looked back at me. "He said coach wanted to talk to him." I shrugged and closed my locker. "Or maybe he doesn't want to see you." I turned around to find a smirking Bianca with her little minions. "What do you want Bianca?" Today she was wearing a white tube top with a pink checkered crop blazer and a match tight skirt that was too short, and a high socks that went below her knees and a pink strap heels. Same goes to her two friend all pink. So ironic considering today is Wednesday, as the mean girls quote 'On wednesday we wear pink'.

Then, I picked up a rag to keep wiping down the counter. That night, Bianca suddenly went live. Her title was unhinged. [If I’m going down, I’m taking everyone with me. I’m going to show you all who taught me how to hurt her.]