Call Bianca Novels & Stories

Natalie handed Luna to Heather, quickly freshened up, and soon found herself facing Bianca in a floral room. Bianca stood in a pristine white trench coat, radiating an elegance rivaling the orchids surrounding her. Her fiery red lips added a touch of fierce beauty to her overall demeanor. Natalie approached her and softly said, "Bia." Bianca snapped out of her thoughts and turned to face Natalie. "Why are you here?" Natalie asked. Their hands instinctively intertwined as they both took a seat. Bianca's voice was filled with concern and sympathy as she asked, "Is Luna back?"

“Just – do you have anyone in mind? I need someone who can handle this life, B. Someone…born to it.” “I understand,” Bianca replies with a sigh, pulling her phone out of the back pocket of her tight jeans as the machine starts to whir and grind. “Girlfriends and women you’ve got – you’re looking for a wife now. I get it.” She turns back to the group, leaning against the counter and starting to flick through her contacts. “You got someone in mind?” Giana asks, genuinely curious now. “Oh, I’ve got several in mind,” Bianca replies, a smile on her perfectly painted lips. “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long, long time.”

Candice replied blankly: "It was fine. By the way, Bianca the Pink, Mrs. Clemens is inviting you to the temple this weekend for a blessing. If you want to go, hurry up and sign up." Bianca: "…?" What’s with this 'Bianca the Pink'?? Candice put her phone away. Good friends share the "blessings" too. She’s Candice the Green, so Bianca must be Bianca the Pink... and there’s also Bianca the Blue. Haha, together they could probably form the "Bala-La Little Magic Fairy" group. Charlie asked, "Who’s that message from?" Candice: "Liar No. 2."

- Chapter 34: Ria & Bathroom - Natalia looked at the woman and immediately remembered R's note, but she knew this couldn't be R since this woman was blonde. "Hello, I'm Bianca." Bianca held her hand out for Natalia to shake. "Natalia." She shook her hand. Bianca smiled. "I know. Now, what's a beautiful woman like you doing here all alone." Alessia scoffed. "Yeah, let's just pretend I'm not here." Natalia laughed lightly at Alessia comment before answering Bianca's question.

I need to know. The man’s footsteps faded as he left, and Bianca smirked, glancing around. “Oh, little girl,” she muttered with a sinister smile, “you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into. You’re going to regret stepping foot in this mansion. This is the mafia, not some child’s play.” She turned to leave, and I felt a brief moment of relief as she reached the door—until my phone started ringing. I froze as Bianca’s head whipped around. She approached the table, eyeing my phone. “Hmm… strange,” she murmured. “Who could be here?"

“What now? Going to scare me into talking? You don’t have it in you to hit a woman, Luca. That’s not your style.” I tilted my head, gaze cold. “You’re right. I won’t lay a hand on you.” I stepped aside, and from the shadows emerged Bianca—a ruthless enforcer, known in our circles as La Dama di Dolore, the Lady of Pain. She wore a tailored black suit, her dark hair sleek back, eyes sharp as razors. Her reputation preceded her. Alicia’s smirk faltered. Bianca cracked her knuckles. “We’ll see how talkative you are soon enough.”

she glanced at the wall clock and back at the woman, “And, it isn’t time yet for them to get to work...” “They won’t be coming for a while.” Bianca said nonchalantly. She blew off an imaginary dirt from her finger and began to fiddle with her phone. “And you are?” Veronica asked, doing all her best to hold back the intense dislike that was beginning to burn inside of her. “Urhm, well,” Bianca calmly stood from where she sat. “You could say I am the rightful person supposed to be here. And you? who are you?” Veronica felt one of the nut in her head loosen as the words of Bianca poked her.

Dean shook by her request, he didn’t think his wife would take the matter so far like this *** *** *** ***** **** *** *** **** *** “My name is Bianca Marie, daughter of Murphy Rossi” Bianca said, as she struggled to get up from the couch. One of the maids rushed to assist her. “Thank you” she muttered, waving to stop her. “Oh! I thought you were asleep now, how did you hear me?” Carl asked, descending from the stairs. “I’m not a deep sleeper, I could hear your footsteps even in my dreams” she muttered. “Wow! So how do you feel now? Your arms?” Kelvin asked,