Khr Bianchi Novels & Stories

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

“Alpha Kilhan, this is much bigger than we thought. We are dealing with a great enemy here. For him to have gotten this report concealed, then he is a man of power and influence, greater than we imagined.” “I don’t care if he’s a god! I’ll find him and I’ll kill him.” I uttered with gritted teeth. “The first record, have you found out who owned the account?” I further asked, raising my head to look at him. “Yes, the account had the name Tima Maria. The money was withdrawn immediately the account was credited, and I also found out it was the first and last money to get into this account. It was closed immediately after the withdrawal.” “And did you find this Tima Maria?” I further inquired an

Alessandro’s pov: “We’re at the brand launch event of Amber Bianchi, a well-established businesswoman, three-time Best Artist Award winner, successful art gallery owner with ten branches across the globe, and the wife of Alessandro Bianchi. The name, one that everyone has anticipated eagerly…It is Guns and Brushes.” I smile to myself as I turn off the TV. Not only because of how proud I am to be called her husband but also because of the brand name. Damn, this woman can stay far away from me and still make my heart flutter like never before.

They then walked together a few steps away from the club where Hector's car was waiting. They got in on each side and Hunter sat there waiting for his boss to start talking. It was only when Hunter heard a shuffling in the back seat that he noticed Marco Bianchi sitting there. “Hunter.” Marco acknowledged him. “Marco.” Hunter 'greeted' back. Marco Bianchi was Hector King's consigliere. The 'wise man', who gave the boss advice on most topics that concerned the family. “Guess what Hunter.” Hector said. “What, sir?” “The rock that the son-of-bitch Marcus Grayman was hiding under had finally been struck by lightning.”

Cole’s uncle flashed a smile with all his teeth showing and held out his hand, “Nikolai Bianchi. I hope your wife is doing better now.” . . A. Gupta

Suddenly, Bianca's lips curve into a warm, welcoming smile. “Adrianna, isn't it? It's lovely to finally meet you,” she says, her voice fruity and melodious. “And you are…? Adrianna replies with a slight hesitation in her tone. “Bianca, Giovanni,” she answers. “I am the daughter of Alessandro Giovanni, the…..well you probably know. And I also happen to be a top model and a very dear family friend of Lance’s.” The other woman conveys the information with an air of casual confidence, as if listing off the virtues of a prized possession, and extends a manicured hand across the table.

Afterward, they lay tangled in the sheets, her head resting on his shoulder, sweat cooling on their skin. “Want a drink?” she murmured. “No.” She hummed, lazily tracing a finger along the scar on his ribcage. “Had a new client last night. Renzo Bianchi. Ever heard of him?” Julio’s body went still. “Yeah. He runs the Adriano docks. Not our enemy. Yet.” Kira gave a soft laugh, unaware of the fuse she’d just lit. “You’re wrong about that.” Julio turned his head, eyes narrowing.

“You will?” A devious smirk curved the corner of his lips. “At least she thinks I will.” I shook my head with a sigh. “And about him… Nikolai Bianchi. I don’t care what kind of deal you have with that arsehole if he came near Sia, I’ll gut him like a fish.” The kind of deal I have with Nikolai Bianchi who was labled as the crazy motherfucker, lunatic, a madman and every other name in the dictionary, by half the population who met him and know of him was the deal of life and death.

I clicked the number Justina sent me and dialed it. “Hello” “Hi this is – “Ah, you don’t have to tell me, I know it Ginevra Bianchi a citizen of Italy born in the city of Rome, age eighteen, is currently wanted in America and wanted dead by the American Mafia family, I also know that you’re currently in New– “I get you’re a hacker but I already know this information about myself” I responded annoyed at her and picked my nails waiting for her to quit spilling information I already knew. Like, tell me something about myself that I didn’t know!