Call Bianca Novels & Stories

Bianca had rested the back of her head against the sofa, and she had kept one hand resting on Black's thigh while the other rested on the seat. She mumbled aloud as she stared at the ceiling. "Bonjour. My name is Bianca. But, my friends call me B. No, that's not short for Bianca. It's the first letter from Bitch." Black leaned forward and grabbed the leather pouch with his fingertips. His nostrils twitched as he smelled the pungent odor that emanated from it.

She sat down in between Tessa and Vera. "Hope I'm not late..." She said. "Whoa. How did you- Tessa paused and belched. Bianca smiled heartfully. "I came to help you both" "Huh?" They all whispered, confused. "I mean Tessa and Vera..." "I want to send back just a person to you..." She added. "I don't understand what you are saying," Tessa said, shaking her head. "I'm Bianca, the goddess of life. I'm a supernatural just like you both" She said, and her face brightened like stars, alongside her hair and gown.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

he replied, heading out of the warehouse to his car, with Diana following. "Gabriella isn't an easy woman to catch, is she?" she snapped. "It won't be long until we have her," Wallace responded, starting the car as Diana gestured for him to take off. "Let's head back to the station, boys," she ordered, encapsulating the urgency of regrouping. Teca Company: A woman elegantly exited the elevator, clad in a long-sleeved blue shirt tucked into black pants, complemented by a jacket and blue heels. Her brunette hair was impeccably styled in a short cut, radiating both professionalism and sophistication.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

And her nipples were visibly kissing the silky dress, they were hard and protruding and everyone could see that. Bianca seemed to like it. She had a smug expression on her face as she finally got down the staircase and I wasn't in any way surprised. She was an attention whore; she loved the spotlight and could even kill for it. My eyes darted back to Bianca's PA, Harriet that stood inches away from her. Bianca might have thought she looked splendid which was not a lie, I wasn't going to dispute that fact but my Harriet was by far more stunning.

He had started up a new branch in California so it needed all his attention for the time being. “You need to control your temper.” Mrs Janice snapped, her sharp eyes glaring at him. Just then, they both heard giggling behind them and they turned to see Bianca walking towards them with a beautiful young lady beside her. She had the body of a supermodel— and she was one. Her name was Veronica Hall, New York’s top model and a beauty to behold. Her wavy, blonde locks bounced on her shoulder as she walked, and a pretty smile played across her lips.

She looked like she had seen a ghost. She was taking little steps back as I tried to approach her with little steps. Her eyes were on my red hands, covered in the blood of my best friend and brother. I sniffled, crying louder. I moved to her, pushed her back against the wall..I looked her deep into her eyes and I muttered Bianca. “ I don't want to hear it.” ____ Bianca's POV I pulled his hands around my waist and his head on my shoulders. I didn't want to hear it. He looked so weak and innocent.

Bianca stood face to face with the woman who had run away earlier. She gulped, feeling a lump in her throat as she studied Serena Pierce’s facial features. Bianca had to admit she was beautiful. She had dark brown hair with captivating brown eyes and her body was to die for. “How can I help you?” Bianca asked, sounding a little stiff. She had no idea why the woman who had run away earlier was suddenly in her ward, so she had her guard up.

“But you look like you could use an ear. And since you just saved my hide, it is the least I can offer.” She assesses me for a long moment, her face a perfect, beautiful mask, before she finally concedes. “Bianca. My name is Bianca.” “It is good to meet you, Bianca,” I say, and offer my hand. She takes it. ************* Bianca is on her fifth whiskey and has become an unstoppable force, spilling her life story as if we are old confidants. I have already signaled the bartender to cut her off, but she has not noticed.