Bianca Lawson Age Novels & Stories

Bianca calls from her room. " No, I'm fine!" I call out to her. I pull out my phone, going to the internet as I typed in Gianna Haines on the G****e search. A web page comes up, showing photos and information concerning Gianna Haines. I went through the information, and truly, she died by jumping into a lake. I click one of her images and I'm awed at her picture. She's young. She looks to be 21 years old and she's a redhead, with freckles dusting her nose. She has fair skin, long red hair, green eyes, and she's beautiful.

Bianca was busy placing quick kisses on Magnus' face. Then she laughed softly: "It's funny that they call you Elder Magnus. How old are you? Thirty-five? Forty years old? I'm the worst person in the universe at giving a person an age." Augustine, Duncan, and Dhara snickered. Bianca turned her head toward them, not understanding what they were laughing about. Augustine rested his elbows on the table and put his chin on his fists:

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

Bianca d'Amato, the chief designer of the top luxury brand La Clairière, greeted me with open gestures. "I'm so glad to see you again, Bianca!" I held her hands in mine. "It's been five years! I can't believe it! You haven't changed a bit! Ah, we've got so much to catch up with! And take a look at this!" She showed me the giant diamond engagement ring on her finger. "Oh, mine! Bianca! Congratulations! This is such a beautiful ring!" I held her hand and exclaimed. "Who's the Lucky guy?"

Sebastian whispered to her. Bianca, a 24 year old girl who has been pestering Sebastian since high school, was never happy with Isabella, and she would do anything back in those days to make trouble with her because she felt Isabella was going to be a traitor to her by getting married to Sabastin. She hated Isabella so much. She didn't really love Sebastian at the beginning, but her parents wanted him for her, so she began to love him obsessively. She would rather kill anyone who stands in her way of getting married to him. The whole thing to her, is like competing with Isabella over who will win his heart in the end.

"You promised you wouldn't let anything happen to me..." But this was Bianca's birthday. She'd been looking forward to it for weeks. She even asked me to save her a dance. I clenched my jaw and made another call. "Get five million together. Now." "Edward?" A soft voice came from behind me. I turned around. Bianca stood in the moonlit garden like an angel, her white dress sparkling with diamonds. "Why'd you ditch me and run off?" She walked up to me, starlight reflected in her eyes.