Harlequin Bianca: Novelas Novels & Stories

The other with black hair said… Their names were Anti and Twin.. Angrily, Bianca flung her knife upwards and it hit Anti on the ankle… As she winced, she ran upstairs and jabbed her elbow in Twin's face… Soon they began fighting… It wasn't easy seeing as it was two assassins against one woman but Bianca fought ruthlessly… Raising her leg, she kicked Twin's calf and she fell downstairs and stopped moving… It was down to she and Anti… Anti pulled out a gun and pointed it at Bianca…

A third voice crackled over their earpieces. VOICE (Alpha): “Let them run. I want the chase to taste like hope.” BACK TO STREET LEVEL Lucien and Solene cut down another narrow lane, emerging onto a row of abandoned brownstones. A door creaked open. Bianca stepped out still in that red dress, hair unruffled like she hadn’t just walked through a funeral dripping in blood. BIANCA: “You’re headed the wrong way.” Lucien’s gun was up before the words finished. LUCIEN: “Try another move and you’re done.”

she declared, the irony in her voice, "Mister Red Flags is showing the tip of his nose again!" Bianca gently pushed him back and went back inside the room. She trotted over to one of the windows. And she analyzed the books' titles on the shelves around them. She grabbed the cover of a book and laughed mirthlessly. "I didn't know you read in French, Mate," she said, turning the book's pages. "Rhoooooo, I don't like the way Mate said 'Mate' to talk to us," Maska said as she lay down on the floor, one paw resting on her snout.

Disdain dripped off her voice but St Just had drawn up at the big gates of the house already. * Bianca I had slipped down to the library, dressed in a chunky yellow sweater over my T-shirt and jeans for the rain had been continuously falling since afternoon. I lay on the couch, trying to ignore the pain in my arms and face as I tried to read a copy of poems by Seamus Heaney which happened to be the first volume I had pulled out. As my lids fluttered wearily, I heard the sound of doors slamming and sat up in alarm, almost falling off the couch.

Book two in the series is: Submitting To The Devil - The Devils Snare - Book Two Synopsis: Fate has entwined the lives of Bianca and Niko through a reluctant, forced marriage, thrusting her into a world she never imagined. As she navigates the complexities of her new life, Bianca feels herself gradually succumbing to the enigmatic devil she is bound to call her husband. Niko, has magnetic presence and piercing gaze, possesses a rare ability to dismantle her carefully constructed defenses, awakening within her a whirlwind of emotions she never knew existed. In this tumultuous sea of conflicting feelings, Bianca is left to ponder a haunting question: what does one do when escape feels impossib

‎LUCA ‎ ‎Rafael leaned against my desk, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Enzo stood near the window, silent but alert. ‎ ‎And Bianca— ‎ ‎She dropped into the chair across from me, exhaustion lining her face, but her sharp eyes didn’t waver. ‎ ‎She’d been gone for months, buried in the filth of the underworld, chasing ghosts. ‎ ‎Chasing Scorpion. ‎ ‎I exhaled, leveling her with a stare. “Tell me.”

I pushed on, keeping Lena close, but just as we gained the opening, I saw a familiar figure limping towards us. Bianca. Blood streaked the front of her fashionable black dress, but her hold on the gun in her hand never faltered. "You really thought I'd go down that easily?" she snarled, her face twisted in anger. I shoved Lena behind me. "It's over, Bianca." She laughed—a cold, venomous sound. "Not until I say it is." Her finger tightened on the trigger. I made the first move. The shot fired. For an instant, I thought I'd been shot. Then I watched Bianca's eyes widen, her mouth dropping open in shock.

Her head was resting on an open book, her black hair spilling across the pages. “Cute,” Isaac’s wolf huffed pleasantly. “Shut up.” Isaac approached quietly and crouched beside her. The book she was using as a pillow was titled “Ancient Lycan Birth Rites: A Comprehensive Guide”. Scattered around her were stacks of other volumes: “Lycan Naming Ceremonies”, “The Silver Moon Feast: Traditions and Etiquette”, and “Royal Lineage: A History”. Something squeezed in Isaac’s chest at the sight. Bianca was working herself to exhaustion, trying to understand silly old Lycan traditions that even Isaac knew nothing about while simultaneously managing her pack’s affairs from a distance.

Her nails pressed painfully into Alessia’s skin as they headed toward the central table. Near the large mahogany table, Bianca stood talking with a wealthy mob heiress from Naples. The moment she noticed Alessia, her smile disappeared. Bianca tightened her fingers around her champagne glass. She hated seeing the attention Alessia received. Even in a cheap dress chosen to embarrass her, Alessia still managed to stand out. The sight stirred a familiar jealousy inside Bianca. She excused herself from her companion and walked toward them. “Oh my, sister! You look absolutely breathtaking!” Bianca said loudly.

Although she gave Mila and her mate Ivan the first room on the wing, they both rarely spent time around. "Get my white car ready by the time I'm done dressing." Bianca said before walking to her room. Bianca closed the golden double doors behind her before taking off the robe on her. She hung it on the coat rack before walking to the terrace door where she opened the golden glass doors to let the fresh morning breeze in. She looked out at the forest behind the building and smiled before walking into the bathroom. An hour later, a white Rolls Royce drove towards Nova designs. It was one of the largest design companies in the whole city and one of the best in the world.