Bianca Lawson Age Novels & Stories

Bianca yawned and stretched in relief. She had completed her final assignment for the course she had been working on. She shut the door behind her as she stepped into the large apartment. Catching sight of her reflection in the mirror in the hallway, she twirled in abandon. Bianca was a brown-eyed, brown-haired beauty in her twenties, carrying the kind of effortless glow that comes from youth and happiness. From being well-loved by not one, but two men!

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

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.

Bianca said sweetly while pulling a chair closer. “I left Lucas a few months ago,” Bianca continued. When Alessandro didn’t reply, she frowned and added, “I didn’t know you got married, baby; your wife looks like a schoolgirl.” “I think it’s because she is small and tiny,” Alessandro replied coldly. “Lisa will turn twenty-five in a few months, so she can’t be a child.” “It’s true,” the blonde girl said with distaste. “She’s not a child, but she is still young for you; you’re thirty-two years old after all, baby.”

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.

She looked down at her glass as she spoke that Asher could feel the depth of sadness and sorrow in her voice. "You look younger than twenty-four, by the way," Asher playfully commented. He sat like her, leaning their backs into the sofa behind them, and he, too, took a sip of his regular wine. He let Bianca have all the sweet wine. He wanted her to spill her heart out if she wanted to. He is more than willing to lend her the ears if she needs them. Shoulders, too. He was really shocked to hear her say her age. He knew she was in her internship but with her height and build. Asher actually thought they were only a year difference in age. He is twenty-seven. He thought Bianca would be twenty-s

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.

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.

“You’re not pranking me, Bianca?” “I may enjoy teasing you but I never pulled an elaborate prank.” the girl, Bianca, answered with a sweet smile on her face. She then turned her attention to Alicia. “Hello, are you my lost twin?” when she asked that, Alicia blinked to snap herself and that when she realized that the girl in front of her named Bianca looked like a copy of her. Although compared to her who looked like a panda and a zombie at the same time, the girl in front has beautiful hair and looked like she never experience stress from how glowing her skin is. From her high class brand of a cocktail dress, it was like she is telling everyone who looks at her that she’s a daughter of a ric

“Honestly? I’ll eat anything that doesn’t come in a microwave box.” Bianca chuckled, resting an elbow on the door and watching traffic lazily through her window. “So… who's the chic Logan was following, huh?” My stomach tightened just at the name. “Tessa Black.” She turned to me, brows raised. “Tess? As in… the Tessa Black? Petite, fake smile, always overdressed for brunch?” I nodded slowly, biting my lip. “Yep. That one.” “Damn,” Bianca muttered, shaking her head. “I knew she was a little shady but… I didn’t know she had it in her. Girl always came to those events acting like a humble daisy.”