Harlequin Bianca: Novelas Novels & Stories

In the battle for Havermouth, she had killed again, using magical means, and in her recent investigations, she had again used magic to kill the werewolves involved. She was no stranger to killing. She had never been bothered like this before. This death was different. Bianca had turned against them, she told herself. Bianca had led the coup that had injured Harry and had all but killed Jules. Bianca had been the enemy. She had also been an ally and Aislen’s friend. She’d had no choice, she told herself. As Bianca had healed, she had recovered her ability to use what little magic she had, and she had immediately taken advantage of that and called out via magical means for help. In killing her

“What do you mean by this, Bianca? Are you protecting the rascal who crippled my son, Ferb?” Everyone turned to look at Bianca. They thought that she would back off after finding out the truth of the matter. However, her answer astonished everyone present. “What if I am?” Bianca tilted her head to the side and sniggered. “Mr. Horton, are you planning to hurt the man I love and trying to stop me from protecting him?” This shocked everyone. Did they hear it right? Did Bianca just say that Chase was the man she loved? Everyone knew that Bianca Cooper was one of the four beauties of South River City. She was known to have a cold personality and had the nickname of Ice Queen. She had never given

I didn’t say a word. Zoey pressed on, her voice laced with venom. “I know Bianca far more than you think you do. And for crying out loud, that girl is not as innocent as you believe. She jumps from one man to another, and I’m not surprised that even after getting remarried, her sluttish lifestyle never stopped.” I shook my head firmly in disagreement. “You don’t know anything about Bianca. That’s why you’re saying all these things. Because the Bianca I know is nothing like that.”

Alessio’s face was stone. Bianca leaned forward. “They didn’t kill me. They moved me. Again and again. Every few years. Every time someone got close to finding me, I was sold to someone else. Used as leverage. I was trained, conditioned, taught how to read and deliver coded messages. I became a walking vault of things I didn’t ask to know.” Rosa stepped closer. “So why now?” Bianca looked up, and in that moment, her face changed—not innocent, not broken, but forged. “Because Jace needed a trump card. And I was the only one left who could make Alessio hesitate.”

Bianca's gaze grew harder before she, in turn, put down her drink. "Never. You are the woman of my life, and I would kill for you!" "And all those men you cheat on me with..." said Emmanuelle, taking a deep breath as if to sniff. Bianca snickered and dramatically shook her hands. "All these men are just toys! How could they compare to you? None are as pale or white as an ass lit by moonbeams..." Bianca fell silent when she received a white tea towel in her face. "You forgot - sumptuous - before ass, "retorted Emmanuelle.

"Wh-why...Why you...Why did you..." "Kill Jessica?" Bianca asks with a raised eyebrow, still smiling. Then she nodes, ready to tell her story. "Simple. She was a nuisance." What? "I got her married to Gustav to be our messenger, our bridge to communicate. But she fell in love with him instead. She forgot her place and her purpose, so we got rid of her." Bianca says it all like it is the most usual thing to say and not the story of how she murdered the mother of the girl to whom she is telling this story. Then, she looks at Soralina again, a twisted smile forming in her mouth. "We burnt her to death."

“I haven’t found a particular favourite yet.” Edward had a few well liked fantasy stories so they spent a pleasurable time discussing books and trading suggestions. “Who really likes Harlequin romance novels?” he asked after spotting a shelf that was completely full of white and red book spines. He had been surprised to discover his mother had a stash of Harlequin novels on her side of his parents’ bedroom. The titles of the stories had followed a similar theme like ‘The Billionaire’s Secret Wife’, ‘Forced Marriage’ or “The CEO’s Mistress’. It hadn’t taken him long to work out that they were slushy romantic novels with lurid covers.

My feet were glued to the spot where I was and Bianca was still peaceful sleeping in my arms. Harriet's eyes scanned the both of us, particularly Bianca. She examined the woman, carefully moving her eyes up and down her body. She saw that Bianca wasn't wearing any shoes and also took note of her messy hair. Harriet's scowl only grew bigger and her lips were protruding. She folded her arms and never took her gaze off me.

“Now, tell me—what’s this I heard about you launching Bianca across a hospital room?” I groan and drop my face into my hands. “That got around fast.” Lyra lets out a very unladylike snort. “Are you kidding? It’s all the she-wolves can gossip about. ‘Oh no, poor Bianca, Nova was so mean to her,’” she mimics in a high-pitched, dramatic tone. Then her expression turns wicked. “And you know what I say to that?” “What?” She leans in conspiratorially. “Fucking finally.”

“There’s something else… Bianca’s back in Paris.” Alec froze. Lucas continued, “She’s meeting with investors. Some of them are tied to Juliette.” “And?” “She’s offering a competing brand. She’s calling it Vera Black.” Alec’s fists clenched. “That bitch.” “Bianca’s aiming for the same launch window as Zara.” Alec’s voice dropped. “Then I guess we light both matches at once.” ⸻ Back at the penthouse, Zara received a call that made her go still.