Bianca Lawson 90s Novels & Stories

Lyra Bianca looked stunning in her dress. It was a deep burgundy velvet with a plunging neckline, full skirts swishing around her legs as she moved. The color had always looked good on her. It was also the color she’d worn when she let me die. I snapped my gaze away before either of them could spot me looking, refusing to give them the satisfaction. Besides, why should I care if Bianca and Kael attended the festival together? It was a couples’ festival, and they were a couple. More power to them.

Nine Lives was a strip club on the edge of 107th and hell, and that was me being generous about the location. It was also the place I'd been calling my second home for the past three years. "This bitch must think I'm all kinds of stupid!" Bianca Quinn—self-proclaimed queen of Nine Lives—tossed her faux diamond earrings onto her vanity with a toss of her manicured hand, the lights flickering in the wake of her anger. Sirens had a hard time keeping their electromagnetic fields in check during times of high stress, and Bianca wasn't an exception just because she was half. She flipped her head back, locks shifting from blood-red ringlets to her more natural blue-black straightness.

“Isn’t he supposed to be engaged? To Bianca, right?” Scarlett shrugs, but her smile tightens. “Yeah, Bianca. What about her?” I lean back in my chair, swirling the wine in my glass before launching into what I know Scarlett’s been curious about. “Honestly, Bianca fits the socialite mold to a T. She’s thirty, model-turned-beauty influencer, with a following that could fill stadiums. Designer dresses that look like they’ve been stitched by angels, flawless I*******m grids, charity galas that scream exclusivity. Basically, she’s the poster child for ‘perfect public image.’”

Bianca "it should be a crime to have this many lipglosses?" l turned back wards into my bedroom to see my sister holding one of my many gloss tubes like it was a part if an evidence in a murder crime scene. I was in the bathroom brushing my hair "Don’t judge me," I said. "some people do heroin i apply lipgloss. its like some type of therapy" She snorted. “oh like recovering for when bad boy Dean texts you at midnight and realizes that oh suddenly he wants Bianca"

It was still considered the truth, and I was just waiting for the time bomb to explode, revealing my true identity. "Hello, peeps." Bianca's excited voice distracted us. Her appearance is becoming more and more revealing. She is wearing a tiger-print bikini with a wide white skirt, which faintly reveals her red panties. I glared, shaking my head. "No, no, no. You can't wear that." She shook her golden hair that we had dyed two days ago, waltzing away towards the stage while flicking her tongue at us. Maya shook her head roughly beside me. "I should have burned those clothes."

Nine Audrina Bianchi To be completely honest, I had never really planned on going to the same school as Luca. In fact, even the three hours I was required by law to do as someone in the entertainment business, I hated. My career showed no signs of stopping and people threw around names like Tyra Banks, Heidi Klum, and Kate Moss when they compared me to other models. I was good enough I could make this a lifetime career if I really wanted. Or spin it off into something else if I tired of it. Then my bad girl phase happened, and it started with cocaine in my purse. When I didn’t even use the stuff. They found it when I was flying to Milan for a fashion show.

It only held a warning in it! It was so early in the morning, and Ruth was... giving Bianca a warning? Bianca's hand tightened around the comb in her hand. Bang! She slammed the comb heavily on the dressing table and looked at Ruth with fierce determination in her eyes. Once, everyone in Verde City said Bianca was the most ruthless divorce lawyer. But all her ruthlessness was used in her work, and she had never become such a person in her personal life. But now, it seemed she had changed!

She snapped. "Show me the dresses," Bianca told the woman. "Sure, Miss." The woman bowed her head at Bianca and turned to her, "Sorry, ma'am, but Miss Bianca is going to be Mr DeLuca's wife. I'm sorry. My assistant will attend to you later." The woman said. Bianca flashed her wicked smile. She gestured at the woman to pick all the dresses she chose for herself. "Ma'am," A teenage girl in a red midi dress smiled at her nervously.

Pov: Bianca (Triggering content in this chapter. Mentions of sexual abuse, pedophilia and molestation.) She was wearing a silk chanel jumpsuit that clung effortlessly to her body looking fantastic from eating the best food, an amazing workout routine and having the best surgeon money could buy at your disposal.

After which they slept off Early the next day, Diana dressed up for work and left with Jae promising to be present at Bianca's audition at noon... Bianca slept till late morning She took a nice long bath in her tub filled with rose petals and nice scenting oils.. After patting her soft porcelain white skin dry, she scanned Her wardrobe for about ten minutes before fishing out a nice outfit... It was a slick oily black leather skirt that showed off Her smooth long legs Matched with a white T-shirt that had Bianca written in fire words across it..