Christine Blandino Novels & Stories

Christine chuckled. "Why won't you pay attention to me? You are such a stubborn person!" Grace couldn't cover up her frustration. “Ms. Grace, let me be. I don’t want men ogling at me. ” Christine said her usual reply whenever they touched this issue. "You purchase a car so you don't have to take a cab every time you go to film," Grace suggested. "It's not my priority yet," said Christine alias Cassandra. She's saving up on her dream. She's working as a freelance interior designer and wants to set up her own interior design company upon quitting her acting and modelling career.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

If so, then it was an opportunity for her and she would capitalize on it. Sarah spoke up again. She was the average blond with long hair that reached her back and clear blue eyes. "Luna Ariel , I will be doing your make up this morning, while Bree will be doing your hair and Jane will be in charge of your dress," she said, holding up her makeup box. I looked at the other two and they nodded. Bree, a blond with short hair and deep blue eyes was holding a bag full of hair products and Jane who was a brunette with brown eyes was holding a bag that contained something like a dress. She was also holding a small box and I was sure that it was a shoe box. She hadn't even noticed that they were all

He thought his eyes scanning her. Christina was beautiful in a typical way. Men found her stunning with her ice blue eyes, pale, soft; never worked a day in her life skin and platinum hair. She was dainty and that added to her poor me and innocent act she was pretending to be. She had the personality of a cat. Sweet loving until she got what she wanted. She would turn around in a heartbeat and dig her claws into you. She had no problem biting the hand that feeds her. She also loved toying with people until she killed them. Gavin was blind to her charm and this cat and mouse game was the biggest thrill for Christina. She came to Travis whispering thoughts of riches and glory into his ears. S

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Why did this woman change her mood so quickly? "Damn it!" she cursed as she quickly put on the dress of her choice. "You'll see, Cristine. You'll get what you deserve for underestimating my taste. He's done this to me twice already!" Karen couldn't understand what Cristine was doing either. But she didn't say much because it would only make Celine more upset and could mess up her current plans. Coming and being in the middle of a banquet attended by many high-ranking and influential people in the city of Manhattan, could be used for Celine to read the situation before throwing the bomb that had been designed.

“Of course. I will be good.” She was thinner than she was before. Her hair was chopped off up to her shoulder and her dark hair grew passed her eyes until it mixes with her bleached hair. She sat on a wheelchair covered with plenty of blankets to keep her warm. Christine even wore a beach hat and sigh as she stared at the fountain. When she heard footsteps behind her, she turned around abruptly and her hard gaze softens as she realised that it was Clarke. It's pretty hard not to notice her scars that runs deeply into her cheek. Christine have always being confident and proud of her looks.

She removes her mask and lets it slip free. “Is that?” “No, it can’t be.” “She is even more beautiful than I thought.” “I am Donna Cassandria Bristol-Romano. I am Don Francesco Romano’s niece and the rightful heir to the Romano family. From now on, there will be changes made to how things are done. I can see a few angry faces. So let me say this. Suck it. Challenge me if you want. But as you have just heard, I have power behind me. So let’s all get along, shall we? Ciao.” She says and steps down, her team surrounding her as she walks past me, but I grab her hand and she stops. Fuck this.

Fifteen Audrina Bianchi “Where are you going?” Marie Bianchi asked. It was Friday, and I had managed to arrange a club outing for Daniela. Luca and Niccolo would be there, and so would Louis. I was wearing a silver, Valentino dress, with a matching pair of strappy, silver high heels. “I’m going out.” Marie Bianchi was a tall, dark haired woman woman in her forties whose plastic surgery had been paid for by the work I did as a model.