Henry Danger Bianca Actress Novels & Stories

The moment my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light. **Alpha Lorenzo Bianchi - POV** I watched Gabriel dance with the woman on the dance floor, stealing furtive glances at the girl seated a few chairs away from me. Ever since that incident, I had buried myself in work to avoid women, but she felt different. It had been an hour since she walked into the bar, and I couldn’t shake the feeling she ignited something deep within me. Unlike the other women here, she wasn’t dressed provocatively, yet there was something undeniably pretty about her that drew me in.

Some people, close enough to the scene, quickly turned around, fearing retaliation if this young woman provoked the Mad One's fury. Black slid his hand over Bianca's wrist and started walking, pulling her with him in his wake. Bianca met Dhara's gaze. She could feel the panic rising in her throat. She suspected that the witch had not put her underwear back on purpose. She had thought, in the beginning, the witch had gotten rid of it, so her dress fell perfectly. But now, she did not understand anything anymore. Dhara was content to cross a leg on the other, well situated on the bar's high chair, and took another sip of coffee.

"Covered in blood. She said… she has something you need to see." Luca's eyes darkened like a storm. "Where is she now?" "In the west wing. The medics are tending to her." He started to move, but Romeo blocked him. "Don't Don luca. It's Bianca..... she's dangerous." "I know exactly how dangerous she is," Luca said evenly. "That's why I'm not letting her out of my sight again." Daisy's voice lowered. "There's something else. She kept saying a name… over and over."

She looked between me and Elsie with a mocking look. “ Like a girlfriend, like a boyfriend.” I glared down at her and said with a snarl, “ Bianca, sit down.” She flung her shoulders and said, “ Why? Don't tell me I hurt your feelings.” “ Shut up.” She roared, the others were surprised by her voice and so was I. I looked at her and I said in awe,” Bianca, what is it?” She giggled, it turned to a deep chuckle, she covered her face. She said sweetly, “ You put our lives in danger. I will never forgive you for that.”

Jimmy agreed, "but that doesn't solve our problem. We need to find out who and how. And most importantly, where Branson is now. That man is a dangerous psychopath." His words chilled Anya to the bone. She certainly didn't need reminding of Virgil's cold and twisted mind hidden beneath that charming veneer. Or the things he'd planned for her after he "broke her in". Anya tightened her fingers around Gus' and he gave her an answering squeeze. She wondered if she'd ever be safe from the man. Ever be able to relax and enjoy her new life with Gus. "You should let us put her in a safe house away from here," Jimmy went on, looking directly at Gus. "She'll be out of danger and you can help us nail d

“That’s not exactly normal information to leave out.” “He stays away from my affairs.” “Clearly not far enough.” That finally made Riccardo glance back at her. A dangerous look. “You should stay away from Luciano.” Amara folded her arms. “You say that like he’s dangerous.” Riccardo stopped walking entirely now. Then turned toward her slowly. “He is dangerous.” The answer came too quickly. Too seriously. Amara frowned slightly. “But not in the way you think.” And before she could ask what that meant—

I examined his feminine kind of dressing, noticing the make up and designer scarfs neatly wrapped around his neck, I didn't need to be told the kind of person he was. I smoothened my palm over my dress, “Why thank you. I really like the–” “Director Henry! This wasn't what you told me!” Bianca's sharp voice cut me off before I could finish, pissing me off even more. Henry lifted a brow, pursing his lips like he was frustrated,”What's the problem?” Bianca's lips curled downwards as she pointed towards me, “Why am I being replaced at the last minute?” Henry chuckled nervously, combing his hands through his hair like he'd forgotten to mention that to her.

Even Natasha had no idea about it. The whistling of the kettle brought her mind back to her surroundings. She threw herself into the bathtub and gave her body a thorough wash. She quickly got dressed, opting for a simple black dress that was both professional and comfortable, with a pair of red heels. She ran a brush through her hair, tying it back in a neat bun. To her face, she applied Grabbing her bag, she headed out the door.

Hunter added, crumpling up the paper napkin he’d just wiped his mouth with and tucking it into the takeout container. When they’d tried three different routes without success and came to yet another standstill on the last one, Hunter unbuckled his seatbelt and swiveled to face her. He looked down at her feet. “Can you walk a while in those heels?” “Sure.” She set her container on the seat beside her and undid her own seatbelt, assailed by nervousness. In light of the possible threat against her, walking around out there in broad daylight even with a bodyguard didn’t thrill her. Especially in shoes that would leave blisters after a few blocks.