Bianca Percy Jackson の小説・ストーリー

Jackson growled, his voice low and menacing. "Oh, Jackson, darling," she cooed, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "I missed you. So much." Ava squeezed Jackson's hand, her grip tight. She could feel the fear radiating from him, but she was determined to be strong. "What do you want, Bianca?" Jackson asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Oh, Jackson, my dear," Bianca laughed, her voice echoing with cruelty. "I want everything. And I know where to find it."

The sky was a sheet of iron, and the air hung heavy with salt and smoke. Bianca stood before the mirror in her private chamber, fastening the last piece of her new armor a matte-black uniform trimmed in crimson silk. The crest of the serpent burned faintly across her shoulder. A queen in mourning. A commander in hell. Her hair was braided back, a single silver pin anchoring it a dagger disguised as an ornament. Matteo entered without knocking. He paused in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her. “You look like something carved from vengeance,” he said softly.

“Jessica?” She turned to find Bianca hovering in the hallway, worry etched on her face. Bianca was in her forties, Latina, with warm brown eyes and hands that had held Jessica through more panic attacks than she could count. She was the closest thing Jessica had to a friend, which was pathetic considering she literally paid Bianca to be here. “He’s gone,” Jessica said. Bianca’s expression transformed from worry to something that looked like joy. “He believed you?” “Every word.”

Sarah said to Elena during lunch, eyeing her distastefully before walking past her. Elena hissed out loud, taking her head off the table and rubbing the sleep off her eyes before standing up. A yawn escaped her lips and her eyes darted across the room, her eyes catching sight of Bianca who had a grin on her face. Eyeing her before walking away, Bianca's grin grew wider on her face. “Why are you smiling all of a sudden? You have something planned or what?” One of the other girls said to Bianca. Bianca was one of the queen-bees of the school, and she could act anyhow she liked. Her dad was one of the most significant shareholders in the school, so they dared not touch her.

“Twisted! Fucking stalker!” “Yeah, well, at least she found out the truth!” someone else chimed in. “Liora’s right; Bianca’s supposed to be a princess, our princess, but she doesn’t act like one at all. She cheated on Callum! The same guy who’s out there right now, helping look for those missing girls!”

Maybe he was just like me, trapped, but one thing was for sure, One way or another I was going to find him. The door behind me swung open with a sudden rush, the hinges creaked and quickly I spun around, with my bow still poised, ready to attack. But it wasn't him instead, the stern form of my aunt stood in the doorway. Lady Blaire’ “What is this ridiculous display, Daciana?” she shrieked her voice dripped with disdain. "Must you persist with these childish antics? Put that weapon away before it becomes the subject of palace gossip.” I lowered the bow slowly, my hands trembling, though I tried to mask it with a quick bow of my own. “My apologies, Aunt Blaire,” I murmured. “I thought—”

his Beta responds in a defeated tone. My body goes cold. With Bianca escaped from the Werewolf jail and is out on the run, she is sure to be seen as a role model to the rogue Lycans who wish to have me dead. People will be sure to help Bianca, a known Lycan noblewoman, instead of me, the missing princess that they have never met or seen before in their life. The thought of Bianca taking out her bitter revenge on me is terrifying. I know that she will stop at nothing until she makes for sure that she got what she wanted. Bianca is determined.

Her sleeveless white top reached to her waist along with a small shorts, only reaching down to her lower thighs and the long boots with six-inch heels were looking just perfect. Her hair tied up in a high ponytail and the soft makeup done on her beautiful model-like face. "Hotel Balkan..." spoke the bodyguard. Soon she reached the hotel and was greeted by the manager especially. After all, she was the daughter of Mike Fernsby... the Irish man who owns half of the coal mines in the US and Bulgaria. "Ma'am, your suite is ready..." the manager spoke softly when Blair replied, walking in the hotel, "I want you to give me Chrisitan's room key. I'll be staying with him." and the manager just gave

Other than that she's the captain of the cheer team but alas they never win a competition. Beatrice Clayton is Bianca copycat. She literally trying to look like bianca but the more outspoken version. Bianca really trusted Beatrice with all her secret and stuff and if Bianca is not at school she will replace her for a day till she come back to school. From what I heard Beatrice befriend Bianca so she could replace her, but it's still a rumor.

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”