Khr Bianchi Novels & Stories

It didn’t take long. “Count Petrova, Countess,” a smooth voice said. We turned. Vittorio Bianchi stood before us, his smile radiating a practiced, disarming warmth. “I am Vittorio Bianchi. It is a pleasure to welcome you to my little gathering. I confess, the arrival of such a distinguished, and heretofore unknown, collector has been the talk of the evening.” “The pleasure is all ours, Don Bianchi,” Alessandro said, his voice a low, respectful baritone, his French accent flawless. He bowed his head slightly, the perfect picture of European deference.

Finally, after what looked like hours to me, Bianca spoke, her voice tearing through the silence like a rip in fabric. "You have no damn right to yell or talk to me in that manner, Mr Stranger," she said, her words spilling out in a rush. "I just got divorced. My ex-husband cheated on me with my own step sister. He took everything from me, including my boutique. I'm left with nothing." Her voice cracked, and she paused, taking a deep breath. “Bianca, I…” I tried to speak, but it was too late. The dam had burst, and tears streamed down her face.

Bianca Nana and her mother stared at Bianca as she got off the phone. She hadn't been able to wipe the silly smile off her face fast enough. "Was that who I think it was?" Nana asked. Bianca gave in, nodding. Ever since the past summer, she'd been seeing the Felix Sanchez, current middleweight boxing champion of the world. She didn't know a thing about boxing, but everyone, especially in her neighborhood, knew about Felix. She'd gone to high school with him, and he became the local hero when he started winning fight after fight. Then he'd won the championship over a year ago. He was now known worldwide and she was dating him.

Looking at the clothes Sarah was wearing in the pictures, I deduced she was on her way to work. After studying the image for a few moments, I immediately realized that the man was Enrico Bianchi, a Formula One driver. However, there were also pictures of Sarah and Rachel next to another driver, Lorenzo Fiori. Even considering the similarities between the two sisters, I could easily identify Sarah, although she looked a bit different in the photos. The way Fiori looked at her in the images left me both furious and confused.

Brian asked. "Yes." I said trying to sound as happy as he was even though inside I was dying. After a few hours or so of me changing in and out of dresses I had finally found the one that hugged my body the way I liked it. It was a purple one strap dress that showed off my small figure with a big diamond flower in the center of it which was almost like a buckle. So I loved how the dres felt on my body. and how it felt when I touched it. Brian smiled then he came closer to me. "This is the one sweetie. Let's get your jewlery out shall we?" He lead me to the bathroom and picked out a variety of choices of necklaces for me to wear as well as bracelets and earrings. I picked out what would match

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

” Get the lady in the backseat out and put her in the guestroom on the second floor “, he instructed while loosening the noose of his tie and making his way to the large door of his villa. Bianca yawns, rubbing her eyes repeatedly till she woke up,” it’s so soft and comfy here” she said while immersing herself deeper into the soft feather pillows.” You’re finally up miss”, a housekeeper said as she entered the room with a glass of water and medication.”Where am I ?”Bianca asks .” This is Mr.Damian Rivers’ villa”, the housekeeper replied.”Who’s that?”Bianca asked. The housekeeper looked at her with a surprised expression on her face, then she replied,” He is the Manager of the Windcracker gro

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Kiara tilted her head while putting her elbow on the table leaning on her fist. "Yea. But if you excuse me, I have to visit the restroom." He looked at me before heading towards the bathroom. "I'll head to the ladies' too." I said. "Sure sure. I'll be at the dance floor." Kiara winked. I chuckled and left. As expected, he was waiting for me at the second floor. "Carmen Santini. The world's best assassin, niece of the Mexican Mafia, Blood Dragon." He smirked. "And Brian Garcia. Mexico's top criminal. " I crossed my arms.

He sat beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders protectively. "Kairo Bianchi is the Italian mob boss. He took over the Italian Mafia five years ago after his father was killed by their enemies. It was said that his mother disappeared without a trace twenty years ago. She was never found and his father didn't try to search for her either. Antonio, the other man you saw this morning is the mob boss of Portugal. That woman is his sister. They are Kairo Bianchi's friends" he shared the details of her brother. Slowly the details sank into her head. She doesn't know what to feel. She is feeling emotionally exhausted. She lost the family she thought she had and suddenly a brother appeare