Bianca Lawson 90s Novels & Stories

She fumbled with the combination, trying to ignore the growing feeling in her gut that she was being watched. “You’re in my spot,” a voice said behind her, sharp and sweet like poisoned sugar. Helena turned. A girl stood there in a skirt two inches shorter than regulation, blazer sleeves rolled up, platinum hair twisted into a flawless braid. Her lips curled like she smelled something unpleasant. Bianca. The name had floated around Helena's email threads even before term started. Head of the fashion committee. Daughter of a media mogul. Queen of Brentford. “This locker,” Bianca continued, tapping her manicured nail against the metal, “was mine last year. So unless you want to make your first

she said, and I laughed. “Oh no, I haven’t forgotten,” I said. So while we were busy chatting and gisting, somebody walked in through the door and my jaw dropped. It was Bianca and she was looking ever so beautiful as ever. It was as though she reversed aged. Each time I saw her she looked younger than she was before. She was so beautiful and had a jaw-dropping, magnificent aura. Her long blonde hair was styled in loose curls, her blue eyes sparkled with confidence, and her red lips curved into a perfect smile. She wore a tight-fitting black dress that hugged her curves and a pair of high heels that made her legs look endless. She carried a designer handbag that probably cost more than my ca

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

I was skeptical about it. " Trust me. I've been a makeup artist for over a hundred years and I keep polishing my skills over the years." She assured me, I was impressed, who was I to judge, I couldn't do any makeup other than applying lip gloss on my lips. "I still think the orange dress would have been better. I wore it for my Luna ceremony and it was perfect. " Bianca tsked. What the hell, this woman wanted me to wear something that was probably over three hundred years old. No way in hell.

"We break bread with the De Lucas. Nico won't mind if I talk to you, In fact, he’d probably prefer it, better me than..." She trailed off, her eyes flicking toward the entrance. The glass doors opened, the air shifted in the room. Bianca walked in. She wasn't alone, she had her usual entourage. Bianca wore white today, a cashmere coat and trousers that made her look like an ice sculpture. She scanned the room, looking for a target. Her eyes landed on me. Her lip curled, she whispered something to her friends, then started walking toward our booth. Sloane sighed, leaning back in the booth.

"You must study hard, Anna Lawson. After all, someone like you who's destined to be a pauper was born to work for wealthy people like me," Bianca Walters said. I knew I had been reborn when Bianca's loathsome voice reverberated in my ears. I had been brought back to the day when my so-called best friend told everyone that she had managed to earn seven million dollars through her own business. The pain of all my bones shattering into a million pieces after I jumped off the building still lingered.

Bianca was ashamed of her former friend and they hadn't talked in months. Gulping down more and more of the vodka, Bianca wished that she could give Jake a taste of his own medicine, and getting revenge would clearly not be a problem. At barely eighteen, Bianca Reynolds was a living goddess. She had long, silky blond hair, soft, golden-tanned skin, and perfect, round breasts that could fill up any top.

While Xavia was pleased to be able to meet the wonderful woman again, she couldn’t help but ask, “Is something up, Miss Jourdaine? Why did you wish to meet me in such a hurry?” Upon hearing that, Bianca—who had a waist-hugging, knee-length white dress that was inspired by Audrey Hepburn’s style—then sat next to Xavia before explaining, “Well, I heard from Chace that you love filming things. Since my self-established company needs more manpower, I was wondering if you’d be interested to join us.” ‘…Chace talked about her? That man who was as cold as ice? What led to her being brought up?’ Whatever the case was, Xavia awkwardly replied, “…Unfortunately, I’m only good at making handcraft… For c

Her fingers moved over the lace at her waist. The dress Elena had given her was pale blue and far too big. The sleeves hung loose, and the waist didn’t sit properly. Alessia had tried to make it fit by pulling the fabric tighter, but there wasn’t much she could do. Across the room, Bianca was having a very different morning. She stood in front of the large mirror while two women worked on her hair and makeup. Pearls were woven through her dark curls, and her rose-gold dress fitted her perfectly. Bianca smiled at herself, then her eyes drifted to Alessia with a mock chuckle.

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