Khr Bianchi Novels & Stories

“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!

she prodded, her voice as chilly as a winter in Aspen. “From a Mrs. Giorgia Bianco.” Once the name dropped, all hell broke loose. Slapping the clipboard way, Sasha marched outside into the circular driveway and found a shiny black Ducati limited edition vintage motorcycle parked right next to the fountain. The scream that erupted from her lips almost pierced everyone’s eardrums and made all the nearby birds fly away.

Colt said as he stepped in front of everyone. Everyone agreed, "Yes, Alpha." "But first, Alpha, you need to tell us who Lilith is," Vaan interjected, his gaze fixed on Colt. "I'll tell you after the party tomorrow," Colt said. "But, Alpha," said a woman named Bianki, "we want to know her right now." Bianki Crocks, a 198-year-old werewolf, is one of the Deltas. She's a cheerful young lady who is brave and strong, as well as an excellent cook. She's also a mind reader, Colt's cousin, and a third in command.

I turned the page, holding onto my breath like an explosive was waiting for me on the next page. “The Bianconis’… Stole from Nathara… wasted completely.” A loud gasp escaped my throat. Oh hell! Iced out chills ran through my spine as more information revealed itself. “Luciano Ruggieri… a lousy rival who shot at Ricci and Blake… wasted completely by Nathara Kali Rutherford.”

I asked, glaring at her. “Alex…” I dug the knife inside her knee, and seeing her body jerk up, she screamed. “We worked with Esteban” she said, not waiting for me to pull the blade out “he promised Viktor a place as Alpha after him. Esteban has no child, f-fuck, Alexei please take the fucking thing out” Her body shook as I rolled the knife inside her knee, making sure it was broken. It would be a reminder of what I am still going to do if she chooses to be stubborn.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

Only one person addresses him that way and even if he was on his deathbed and he heard this voice, he would still recognize it. A huge frown suddenly settled on Damien 's face and he sharply turned around. There he was, the big and confident Williams, who had his hands crossed against his chest and a huge and disgusting smirk plastered on his face. "What do you want, Williams?" Immediately Damien said that, Williams suddenly bursted into a malicious laughter. Alex and Tobias quickly exchanged a look and they looked back at the dramatic Williams, who was busy putting on a show right before them. Damien walked towards him and he stopped just when he was a few feet away from him. Williams did t

Nothing suspicious here. "So, on this vacation, there was your self, your husband and Luca...." he said to me. "Luca Romano," he finished. "Correct." "And my cousin," I added knowing that he was probably already onto Max. "I'm going to need to get your cousin's name," he replied lifting up his pen. "Maximus Megestanis. Goes by Max." "And Luca. Does the name Romano D'Meretchi mean anything to you?" "...um...is he a pop star?"

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.