Khr Bianchi Novels & Stories

“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?’

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."

"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…”

~MARIO~ "Guys, I think I found something," Marco said as he clicked on his keyboard. It turned out that we had found Elio Missoni with a man named Andrea Bianchi. Their names were written boldly on the screen. 'Andrea Bianchi... It can't be...' I thought as I looked at the screen. "Oh shit, is that?" "Andrea Bianchi. My right-hand man." I cut Marco short before he could finish saying his name.

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.”