Oitnb Blanca Novels & Stories

“She is his blind spot.” Scarlet frowned. “Then why hasn’t she broken him yet?” Blanca smiled slowly. “Because we haven’t finished shaping the knife.” Before Scarlet could respond, Blanca’s phone vibrated. One message. One name. Lorenzo Romano. Blanca’s smile widened—not with warmth, but with recognition. “Interesting,” she murmured. Scarlet stepped closer. “Who is it?” Blanca lifted the phone slightly, allowing her daughter to see the name. Scarlet’s eyes widened.

Blanche ran back to the organization like that wasn't she supposed to do from the start. She didn't wear the uniform for the specials, instead, she wore a wine-red colored gown with a slit on the left leg. She was running like her life's depended on it. After the talk with Astolfo she found herself on the road again, and this time, it wasn't raining, but it started to snow. And as the crystalline white snow falls to the ground, Blanche smiled bitterly, the only thing she needed to do from the start has been waiting for her to realize what she did wrong, and what she had to do next.

they spoke in unison, their voices reverberating through the room, as they bowed in deference to my position. I nodded, acknowledging their presence, and took a seat behind my large, imposing desk. My piercing gaze shifted to Blanca, a woman of unparalleled talent, the deadliest assassin one could find in this world of shadows and secrets. "What news do you have for me, Blanca?" I inquired, my fingers toying with the edges of a gleaming pocket knife. Blanca, her raven hair cascading over her shoulders, met my gaze with unwavering confidence. She possessed a rare combination of beauty and lethal skill that made her indispensable to our operations.

Her heart was fluttering again. 'You learn fast!' He showed his white even teeth when he smiled. "Brie?" Ivana was stunned as she stared at the mirror. "Ivana!" Brie stood up guiltily. "Er, Vino, my sister. Ivana, Vino Blanco," she stammered an introduction. 'Glad to meet you, Ivana.' Vino was gracious. "Did Olga Quintanar imprison you, too?" 'If that's the witch's name, yes.'

, the blonde extends her hand and takes mine, “Nice to meet you, my name is Blanca de La Rosa.” I ain’t overfond of boots, but I’ve figured I have very expensive taste for someone with 75 euros in their cleavage. Berta took me to several stores, and one of them was Chanel, the best. I assumed she was a regular. Look, another sign of royalty. “If you bet money, I'll put on the bow”, I point to my hair, “And the boots to gamble.” The girls exchange glances and seem to communicate through them. Blanca claps her hands.

Slowly but surely, each eye turned towards her. According to rumors, she is ugly, which is why she always wears a black veil. Seeing a figure with a black veil walking towards the front of the hall, all the guests knew it was the eldest daughter of the night God, Aranjo. The first daughter who always dwells inside the residence and never goes out a single step. Despite their reputation for being ugly, their gaze remains fixed on Aranjo, who is a very interesting young goddess. The night God and the wind Goddess followed the guests ' gaze. They froze at the sight of the man who was walking towards them to serve tea. Aranjo did not realize she was being noticed because she had tried not to att

I guess I was wrong. “I do want to know about the Haze,” I tell him. My hand automatically goes to my neck. Fucking painful, itchy mark. I wish I could cut it out of my flesh.”How did you know that?” He attempts to shrug but winces against the pain. “It’s a popular question.” Confusion washes over me. What the fuck is he talking about now? Who else would’ve– “Blanca,” I mutter. Everything falls into place. She was down here the night before. When all hell broke loose, the mice and rats going crazy, the owl attacking the guards.

Lennox motions for me to come over, but I'm already making my way towards him. Just as I approach Lennox, my phone vibrates, indicating a new text message. It's from Blanca. "I'm on my way to you. Can't talk :( -- Blanca" "Blanca is on her way here," I inform Willow, who continues to text, and I stop just a foot away from Lennox. "What do you know?" Lennox clicks his microphone and speaks to the security team, saying, "Alright." His eyes lock with mine as he explains, "Blanca asked her bodyguard to drive her here. She specifically requested that he stay inside the vehicle, which means—"

She walks past me, when she gets to the door, she stops and turns around, “By the way, Diego. I have one last thing to say.” “What the fuck is it now? Scared already? Ready to talk?” I smiled evilly. “No. I, Blanca Moreno, a wolfless omega, reject you, Diego Moreno, as my mate.” The bond completely shatters in my chest, and I’m bent over clutching it and looking at Blanca, who is still serene and calm. I’m in excruciating pain and she is still like a statue. “Get her the fuck out of here! Beat her within an inch of her life until she talks.” I screamed.

They ordered a round of beers, though none of them touched the glass. "This feels like a waste of time," Luca snapped. "We should be kicking down Delilah’s door." "We follow the leads, Luca," Nickie said firmly. "Dante is her right hand. He's the bridge." The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, theatrical and grating. "In this corner! Standing six-foot-six, the human wrecking ball—BLANCHE THE AVALANCHE!" The blue-clad fans roared. A pale, platinum-haired fighter with a missing eyebrow stepped into the cage, baring his teeth.