Khr Bianchi Novels & Stories

Bianca was ashamed of her former friend and they hadn't talked in months. Gulping down more and more of the vodka, Bianca wished that she could give Jake a taste of his own medicine, and getting revenge would clearly not be a problem. At barely eighteen, Bianca Reynolds was a living goddess. She had long, silky blond hair, soft, golden-tanned skin, and perfect, round breasts that could fill up any top.

Something a thug like Harrison perhaps would have wanted to think twice about before he decided to enter it. Unbeknownst to David. Not too far outside the warehouse, a jet-black Charger with its deep tinted windows blended into the eerie darkness that continued to blanket the surrounding area. The car's owner fixed on the warehouse entrance unblinking as he waited for the mafia king to leave.

she said, her voice echoing through the speakers. "I just wanted to share something really interesting I learned today. About our lovely student Vianne Howard." Bianca's eyes found mine across the gym. "See, I did some digging. Made some calls. And I found out something fascinating about her mother." My blood went cold. "Turns out Briar Howard has quite the history. Want to know what she does for a living?" Bianca's smile was vicious. "She's a con artist. A scammer…" The gym had gone completely silent. Everyone was staring at me now. Phones were definitely recording.

“You think she’ll thank you for this? You think she’ll forgive you for denying her what she earned? Do you think that she's going to want anything to do with you? She is my. Daughter Marissa's daughter. Or as you want to call her, Tatiana. A monster. That's all she'll ever be.” Sienna tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at him one last time. “She’s not like you,” she said. “She's not like her. And if you do think they're being blood related to whatever monsters you are will change anything then. You are very wrong, Giovanni.” Then she turned her back on him. And just like that, it was over. At least for tonight. My wolf settled inside me as she walked past me, her hand

Chris hadn’t been suspicious. Bianca was on tour. She was all over lifestyle blogs—taking pictures while touring Paris. I had scoffed when I came across one of the controversial captions those bloggers attached to her pictures they posted, “Billionaire tycoon daughter, and United state top make up artist—Bianca Lane, touring the Street of Paris in style. Her reasons? -Broken hearts heal faster in Paris. Does this means her hottie biker billionaire ‘fiancé’ like she once called it had broken up with her?’

"It is still lucky for us to know that the people who attacked us earlier chose to retreat!" "I know!" Bianca exclaimed in between Erna's punches that landed on her. "But still, I could not stand with the fact when that fucking bastard repeatedly badmouths Theo! Who the hell is he, insulting my older brother--" "He's William Schneider, Miss Bianca." Karl's calm voice managed to create a quiet atmosphere around them. Well, most of the commotion was only caused by her two best friends, who now froze upon hearing Karl's casual answer just now.

The only questions now are how and why? “Chet’s still into that stupid modern-day Robin Hood schtick, huh?” Something defensive sparks in my chest. “It’s not stupid,” I retort hotly. “It’s honorable. We only steal from—” “Other criminals,” he finishes for me, waving one hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Who was the target this time?” “Ronaldo Bianchi. He has a stolen Picasso in his private collection back in Paris.” Gabriel whistles, a flicker of recognition behind his dark green eyes. “Bianchi? I didn’t know that the bastard made it out of Sicily after the whole Altegro fiasco…”

The video looks like an old video with blurred colours and the image in the video is not clear. " Hrmmm… Mi chiamo Agostino Bianchi... e questo è il mio testamento per tutta la famiglia Bianchi e per i discendenti di Bianchi che nasceranno in questa famiglia " The man spoke in Italian but thanks to Theo he translates the whole video and put down below the men image. [Hrmmm ... My name is Agostino Bianchi ... and this is my testament for all the Bianchi’s family and Bianchi’s descendants who will born in this family.]

Gaby inquired with precise ignorance. "She will replace you after you've finished the mission. She will be the best prototype of you. Let me introduce you two. Her name is Olivia Brianah, and Olivia, this is Gaby Sanroman. My wife." "Nice meeting you, miss. I've heard so much about you," greeted Olivia with the exact tone and voice as Gaby's. "Omg. She sounds like me. Do I sound like that?" Gaby thrilled. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure."

“Like I said, Your Highness, I’m not after Ms. Blanchard. However, I know someone who is, and not in a sexual way.” “Cut to the chase, Barone.” Mr. Barone sighed, as though Andrew’s impatience was grating on his nerves. “Very well. One of my rival crime bosses, Edoardo Bianchi, wants Ms. Blanchard’s head on a silver platter.” Andrew’s grip on my hand tightened. I placed my other hand on top of it, as much to ground myself as to reassure him. “Why?” “Because she killed his favorite assassin, of course. And he’s not working alone. He’s teamed up with Chevalier’s most recent client, a fellow only known by the name of Bob.”