Nico And Bianca Novels & Stories

She hit the back of her head against a fire hydrant and darkness followed as she lost consciousness. “Let’s search her body, she looks like she's got bucks”, one of the street urchins who had already gathered around her said. They all nodded in unison and got to work.” This is a Balenciaga limited edition wristwatch, damn! We're so lucky “They all laughed aloud and continued searching Bianca's body for anything worth stealing.” She must be rich for real, it's a Chanel purse,” one of the street urchins said as he passed the wallet around for others to see.” Ahhh, it's stacked with dollars and it smells like heaven, “one of the street urchins said after sniffing the wallet and checking its con

he said carefully, “it seems your fiancé is not a man to be crossed.” Bianca let her lips curve into a small, lethal smile. “No,” she said softly, “he is not. And neither am I.” The Don blinked, startled, then inclined his head and retreated. Bianca didn’t miss the way Matteo watched her from across the room. Pride glinted in his gaze, mixed with something darker, something possessive. By the end of the night, guests weren’t whispering about the assassination attempt, they were whispering about Bianca Ricci Romano, the woman who turned blood on the floor into a declaration of power.

Nicole thought loudly. Quickly she gathered the blanket to wrap Bianca in it. She failed to notice when Bianca opened her eyes and spat the pill out. "Need some help?" Bianca inquired, startling Nicole. Before Nicole could recover, Bianca slipped the pill she just spat inside Nicole's mouth and tightly closed her mouth shut so that she wouldn't spit it out. Nicole tried to push Bianca away, but Bianca held Nicole tightly. Just then Noah arrived. When he saw Nicole trying to over power Bianca, he rushed and grabbed both of Nicole's hands and tightly held them behind her back.

Tears spilled freely down Bianca’s cheeks as she pressed a trembling kiss to Lucia’s forehead. "I promise," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I’ll love you the way I was never loved." She had run away from the past, but this? This was her future. --- Months passed in a blur of late-night feedings, diaper changes, and whispered lullabies. Through it all, Thomas was there. He helped without being asked. He held Lucia when Bianca was too exhausted to move. He became her family in ways no one else ever had. One evening, as they sat together in Bianca’s small apartment, Lucia sleeping soundly in the crib nearby, Thomas reached for Bianca’s hand.

Nico looked at me the moment we noticed that no one was there, except for someone that was lying on the ground, breathing heavily. My eyes widened at the realization of who that person was. “Stay here” Nico commanded but I ignored him, running toward Enzo. “Enzo” He smiled bitterly. “No, please…Just hang on, you’ll be fine!” I turned to look at Nico. Nico reached for his phone, “I sent you a location. Come get Enzo!” He said over the phone. Did I hear that right? Did he just say Enzo…Not us? “He’ll be fine, Malcolm’s on the way” Nico then held my hand and I frowned.

“Don’t. We have 11 days left. Don’t make it harder.” “Harder than pretending you don’t feel it too?” Marco’s voice was low. “I saw your face, piccola. You kissed me back.” The plane landed before she could answer. Rome at night was gold and stone and too much history. The Bianchi family villa here was older than Milan’s. Taller gates. Colder air. Contessa Isabella waited on the steps, arms crossed. Signore Bianchi stood beside her, cane in hand, eyes sharp as ever.

The driver took the wad of cash, hurried Luca onto the truck, and set off for the nearest military airstrip. Luca sat in the bumpy truck bed, clutching the phone that had just announced Bianca's death. He stared out the mud-splattered window, his lips trembling violently, as if he wanted to scream something at me, to beg me to stay, but in the end, not a single sound escaped his throat. I didn't look back. I just waved my gloved hand, as if brushing a speck of dirt from my shoulder. It was all over. The score between us was settled. There wasn't even enough left for hatred.

Alessandro says. "Oh, that's why." I mouthed a relaxed face. "This shameless bitch, Nicolo Caruso is already married and yet she still stays close to him" Bianca groans between mind discussion as she sips from her glass not letting her eyes blink not even for a second. "I cannot let her have her way," she added. "Ceo Caruso, what an honor," Russo Durante says from behind them. "Who do you think that am here for?" He rolls his eyes dramatically at Russo.

I couldn't look him in the eyes, so I settled my gaze on the Rose bush just off his right shoulder. "Yes, It's nice to see you again." I said. "You as well Elizabeth." He gave a nod then gestured to the women sitting in the white banquet chair next to him. "This is my wife, Tina. She's a nurse." The women gave a small wave with a smile, her perfect white teeth flashed at me showing her status. She must have originally been born in the West division. Her thick dark ringlets were elegantly pulled into an updo. She was slender and well porportioned, with melanated skin. How lucky he was. Many men could only dream to be given a women so beautiful and educated.

Marco tearfully responded. Nicole like Marco all along but refuses to admit it as she was afraid to risk herself to love again. But that very night she bravely accepts Marco. They get along in a few months’ time and it seems that their love never fades. Until their finally married each other. It is a happy ever after. Until Nicole gets pregnant and was diagnosed with ectopic pregnancy. It was a depressing part for Nicole. Some months after her major operation she get sick again and found out that she has multiple complication from her surgery. Her doctor checked her thoroughly and found out she has already AIDS and recommended that her husband will undergo HIV testing as well which turns out