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.

He eats at the best restaurants, and he travels the world in style. Delcan POV_ As I was driving home from work, the streets were quiet and still. It was late, and most people were already home for the night. But something caught my eye - a girl, sitting alone on a bench. I couldn't help but notice her, even though she was bathed in shadow. As I stopped my car and got closer, I could see her more clearly, and she was even more beautiful than I'd first thought. "Excuse me,I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I said, "may I sit with you?" The girl looked up at me and hiss without saying a word, her brown eyes swollen I guess she must have been crying. Delcan: ". I just wanted to make sure

Earning a huge round of laughter from the crowd. I blushed, and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. My cock hardened in my pants. Fuck. “Whose the girl?” I whispered to Daniela. “Which one?” she asked. “The one in the yellow,” I said. “You honestly don’t recognize her?” I shook my head. “I told you. I’m not into this crap.” Daniela whispered to me, “That’s Audrina Bianchi. She’s pretty big right now. I think she’s like one of the top ten people followed on i*******m or something.”

Gunther adds. I frown, what they tell me doesn't make sense at this point. "Because?" I ask them. “Chiara didn't grow up in Sicily,” Klaus explains, taking a step toward my desk. “Chiara Bianchi grew up in Verona, she studied Veterinary Medicine and her mother died when she gave birth to her. Andrea worked in a restaurant in Verona, but according to Gio's information, Andrea was not that far from the mafia, especially after learning that he had cancer."

"Tonight, before Bianchi does something none of us can undo before the full moon." We found Isabella still awake in the drawing room, the unsigned Accord still spread across the table exactly where Camilla had left it hours earlier, and I laid the harbor ledger down beside it myself. "His name is Bianchi," I said. "Not Salvi. His father was one of the twelve men Marra's negligence killed thirty years ago, and he is not working for any rival consortium at all. He is working entirely alone, using the consortium's resources to force a reckoning Marra has avoided for three decades." Isabella read through the ledger pages slowly, her face growing paler with each line. "If Bianchi's only true targ

Her beauty was eternal, and Rosette looked exactly like her, though minus the blue eyes inherited from her father. And speaking of which, Xavier's eyes narrowed into slits upon seeing Khein act so smitten over his wife. He wanted to wipe off that smile from Khein’s lips so badly. “Y-Yeah, I believe so. Uhm, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Khein Bianchi, uh, from the States.” Margarette chuckled. “Oh, boy. You are so cute.” Rosette giggled. “Right, mom? He’s usually emotionless, but he’s actually pretty cute.”

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.”

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.