Bianca Lawson 90s Novels & Stories

Dean shook by her request, he didn’t think his wife would take the matter so far like this *** *** *** ***** **** *** *** **** *** “My name is Bianca Marie, daughter of Murphy Rossi” Bianca said, as she struggled to get up from the couch. One of the maids rushed to assist her. “Thank you” she muttered, waving to stop her. “Oh! I thought you were asleep now, how did you hear me?” Carl asked, descending from the stairs. “I’m not a deep sleeper, I could hear your footsteps even in my dreams” she muttered. “Wow! So how do you feel now? Your arms?” Kelvin asked,

She knew exactly what was happening. “So what?” she had said, “so the sky’s going for a color change! That doesn't mean a girl can't be wary of her looks!” For the record, it is safe to say that Bianca would probably be trying out the best Chanel dress during a declaration of a nuclear attack! She was not in Chanel at the moment though, but in a Fashion Nova-esque black minidress and a designer denim jacket with purple laces at the cuffs. Applying powder on her pale cheeks, Bianca probably thought that the crazy was locked out there and all she had at the moment was beauty all to herself but that was about to change.

she mumbled. Dressed in a peach skirt that was a little above her knees and a long sleeve which was neatly tucked away in the skirt, Bianca alighted from the blue Audi R8. Her hair was pulled back in a neat bun while the shoes on her leg were a limited edition from B-clothing’s 2023 limited editions. The makeup on the face was mild and Bianca didn’t look anything short of spectacular and perfect. No matter what she wore, her hourglass figure always peaked out of her clothing and her legs were one to die for. Everything about her looked so pretty and natural, even Xavier couldn’t stop himself from ogling at her when she alighted from the car. “Why do you look so stunned, xav?”

" asked Amber to the young woman with cheeks still marked by the ink of her mascara. "Yes," replied the young woman, sniffing loudly. "Bianca...you can get up, you know?" whispered Amber. Bianca laughed happily and straightened up, smoothing her long white apron. "Pardon (# Sorry), I know, I'm acting like a teenager, but...he's just perfect. I saw him shirtless the other day and... oh la la! I can still see his muscles under his clothes," she said, fanning herself with one hand.

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.

Laughter echoed from the living room downstairs. Bianca was wearing an expensive Chanel suit, chatting with a few of her socialite friends. "You have no idea, for my eighteenth birthday, Gianni and Alessio threw me the most amazing party!" Bianca's voice was full of pride. "All of Manhattan's high society was there." Her friends oohed and aahed. "And do you remember that necklace? The limited edition Tiffany one? Only three in the world!" "And that couture gown, worth a million dollars!"

“Then I’ll play dirtier.” ⸻ Bianca arrived two days later like a war in perfume and stilettos. Zara was at her new studio, a massive industrial loft filled with bolts of satin and shadows, when the doors opened and the ice queen herself stepped in. “Zara Milli Lane,” Bianca said sweetly. “I’ve heard so much. Some flattering. Some… not so much.” Zara didn’t move from behind her drafting table. “Then I’m sure most of it was true.”

she said, her voice echoing through the speakers. "I just wanted to share something really interesting I learned today. About our lovely student Vianne Howard." Bianca's eyes found mine across the gym. "See, I did some digging. Made some calls. And I found out something fascinating about her mother." My blood went cold. "Turns out Briar Howard has quite the history. Want to know what she does for a living?" Bianca's smile was vicious. "She's a con artist. A scammer…" The gym had gone completely silent. Everyone was staring at me now. Phones were definitely recording.

I glanced back at him and saw him shaking his head while his attention was on the papers before him. She practically hurled me to my bedroom and took me in front of a mirror. "Now let's get you clubbing ready!" For the first time, I noticed how different Bianca and I are in looks. She is truly beautiful, she looked like a human Barbie with that figure. Her dark black hair was shoulder-length, with plump lips, and big eyes. She was way too attractive than me. She strolled to my closet and I followed behind, she basically threw the clothes she didn't like on the floor. Her eyes landed on a beautiful light grey bodycon dress.

And then I turned back to my own queue of cases in need of attention. Later, during a break between back-to-back meetings, I decided to do some quick digging on my newly assigned work partner. Pulling up her name online, I was surprised at the pedigree that emerged. Not only was Bianca a graduate of one of the most prestigious law programs in the country, she also came from old money. Her family owned vast property developments throughout Mexico and Central America. Judging from photos of her multimillion dollar homes and yacht trips, she certainly knew how to enjoy the wealthy lifestyle.