Khr Bianchi Novels & Stories

He stands straight, passing a small smile to everyone. "...Domani si sposa con la nostra cara Lucia, la figlia del nostro miglior spacciatore Carlo Romano!" (...Is getting married to our dear Lucia tomorrow, the daughter of our best drug contractors, Carl Bianchi!) We move our gaze to Mr. Bianchi who walks upto the stage. A guard helps him with the stairs as his weight causes him a bit of difficulty.

Sarah said, “supposing Jude Rhodes comes and he denied knowing me” Bianca Inquired, “I will handle that area,” Sarah said, “Okay,” Bianca said, “What Is your name?“ Sarah asked, “Tricia Brown” Bianca retorted, “let me call Mrs Hannah. Rhodes,” Sarah said, “and If she comes, please, don't talk too much because she knows how to finger people's brains” Sarah explained, and she called Mrs. Rhodes, “hello Sarah” Mrs. Rhodes responded,

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Bianchi shakes his head. "Sorry but I don't want to stay here after what that girl did. I am really shocked seeing you guys supporting that girl after watching what she has done. I am just trying to be polite otherwise I don't even know what I would have done by now." He answers looking directly at Thakurmaa who is fuming in anger because Mr. Bianchi has directly insulted Riya. "You can't talk about Riya like that. She is the daughter of Sengupta's." Thakurmaa snaps in anger.

But for the people around us, they were already cowering in submission. “I... I..” she splutters. Kia is getting more and more frustrated with this she-wolf and pushes her aura out more, making her presence felt even more. I suddenly recognized her. She’s the she-wolf draped all over Blackwood this morning... “Is there a problem Beta?” a rich husky voice asks behind me. I slowly turn around and come face to face … with Zander Blackwood.

Could it be a different Mario? "You mean Mario Bianchi - that tall, imposing figure?" I stammered, struggling to find the right words. Larissa nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Let me show you." She pulled out her phone, displaying photos of Mario that decorated her screen. "This is the one! A trillionaire and heir to the Bianchi dynasty, a trillion-dollar empire with ties to the British monarchy and the American mafia. His brother is the infamous don." I listened, awestruck, as she continued.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

I exhaled slowly and ran my thumb along the rim of the glass. “My only hope right now…” I began, my voice low and thoughtful, “…is that strange looking girl.” Bianca paused completely. “The Khira you told me about?” she asked. I nodded slightly. “Yes. Khira.” Bianca leaned slightly closer to me. “You’re putting a lot of weight on that girl while I'm suspicious of her, if she lets you down that will be another huge blow,” she said. “I have to,” I replied quietly.

A door buzzed open. Two guards escorted in a lean man with silver-streaked hair and hollow cheekbones. Marcelo “The Silence” Bianchi unrecognizable. He moved with so much quietness and the precision of a predator, his dark eyes ran through the room before settling on Elena. A scar ran from his temple to his jaw, an injury he had gotten from the failed hit that landed him there. He sat across from her, his cuffed hands resting on the table. Elena leaned forward “Mr. Bianchi,” she began. “Thank you for agreeing to see me.”

Chris glanced at her timid expression and then handed her the snacks Adriana had left in the room. "Take whatever you want. I overreacted just now—sorry." Bianca didn't take them immediately. Instead, she looked up at Adriana. Adriana took them for her. "Go ahead and eat. Chris isn't angry at you." "Thank you." Bianca sat beside Adriana, chewing on snacks while curiously observing Chris. He had fair skin, beautiful eyes, and was tall—very good-looking. Just too thin. She felt that a gentle push might even make him fall over.