Khr Bianchi Novels & Stories

She is the girl Kristoff likes. Well, how could he not? “I am really excited about it. Especially now that I learned that there are a lot of idols coming in the launch.” Bianca Lee replied with her sweet smile. “You know Kristoff Marx, right? The owner of one of the biggest agencies in Chicago?” The reporter chimed again. “Yes. Actually, I know everything about him. We have a lot of history.” She even laughed at the end like her statement had some hidden meaning behind it. I raised my brow over her statement. A lot of history? What is that exactly?

Katrina’s point of view My mate Xavier and his beautiful Gamma Bianca are laughing and eating like they’re on a first date. But the joke is on me… It was like hot wax was being poured into my ears just hearing how happy he was with her. He kisses her neck, whispering into her ears and I try so much not to listen to it. He said “This is my future Luna, Bianca from the Black Fang” He introduced her as she bowed her head before Mrs. Blackwood, who beamed with a smile as she placed her hand on Bianca’s shoulder.

The reply came quickly from the other side. Bianca furrowed her brows. She had waited outside the restroom for quite a while and hadn't seen anyone come out. She even went to the men's restroom, pinching her nose, but that little brat was probably playing tricks on her again. However, she couldn't let the Great Demon King know about losing the little brat. Bianca quickly calculated in her mind. The exchange of messages only took a few seconds. Bianca quickly looked up, smiling brightly at Dominic. "Chris is waiting for me outside. I'll go first. Dom, please help me bid for the Black Swan gown! "

Raul muttered under his breath, already knowing this ridiculous stunt was done just to rile people up. The car door flung open, and Bianco stepped out with his signature smug grin. "Hello, people!" he announced grandly. "I'm Bianco Montez, and with me is the queen of the night—my newly wedded wife, Mrs. Jasira Montez D'Amano!" "Fucking idiot," Raul hissed, rising to his feet, clearly ready to pounce. I grabbed his wrist. "Please... spare him," I said softly. With a clenched jaw, he sat back down, though still visibly annoyed. As if sensing it, Bianco glanced over his shoulder and winked at him, which only deepened Raul's scowl.

She reached out and gently touched his arm, hoping to comfort him. Kylian looked up at her, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a furrowed brow. He handed her the letter he had been holding, and Diana's eyes quickly scanned its contents. It was a letter from the Resin Moon Pack, a neighboring pack known for their hostility towards Diana's pack. The letter stated that they had Emma captive and were demanding a ransom for her release.

A paragon of neat and clean. His uniform was the same as the chauffer's, a white dress shirt tucked neatly under a pair of black trousers. Unlike the chauffer's cuff links which were silver in color, his were gold. A higher rank. In addition he wore a black buttoned half sweater and his feet and socks were buried in his polished black shoes. It was easy to see the the Wushi family crest imbued on his left wrist since it was not a regulation to wear gloves for the senior servants of the

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

He was mad; he could see his stray trembling, trying to calm him down. The people inside the dining hall were whispering about her. “Is she your wife, Alpha?” The guy in a black coat asked Drake. His forehead creased. “No, she’s just a stray. . .” he answered coldly. “. . . don’t give interest on her, she’s nothing but trash who happened to sell her soul to me,” he added, annoyed. Emily held Drake’s arm, getting his attention. “Alpha,” she called. Drake looked at her. “What stray?”

I notice Will visibly tense as I hold Brian's brown shirt between my fingers. I don't understand his behaviour, but instead of calling it out, I might as well have some fun. I give Brian a smile, making sure to put on a show as I reach down to pull my sweater off slowly. I don't break eye contact as I then pull my white shirt off, exposing my black bra. Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.