Percy Jackson Bianca Di Angelo Novels & Stories

"So why are you angry, then?" Bianca choked on her voice. "I'm angry because of what a cheap wh*re you are! Who dare you remain by Anthony's side looking like that? You should get as far away from him as possible and go to hell!" "Don't worry. If I'm going to hell, I'll be sure to drag you down with me," Anne retorted. Furious, Bianca said, "As if you are capable of doing that! I want to see how you can manage that!" She turned to enter one of the rooms, before returning with a table lamp in hand and slamming it onto the ground at the balcony.

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

"Don't you ever disappear on me again, Angel Hart, I mean it, I actually prayed for the first time in my life!" Bianca stands a few steps back, arms crossed, studying her nails like she couldn’t care less. “Oh, good. You’re back,” she says flatly. Then, without missing a beat, she pulls a folded list from her bag and shoves it into my hands. It’s filled with outfit ideas, lip tints, and colors, all written in her neat, slanted handwriting. A whole page just for me. “I made this list while you were gone, just in case you came back. But since you’re really here, don’t ask questions. Just say thank you.”

“Angioletto, enough!” I chuckle. “He marries her secretly. And soon after, they have a daughter. Brielle. Beautiful name for a beautiful little girl.” “Angel, please!” Laughter ripples out of my throat. an Angel, that is who I am. An Angel of light, an Angel of darkness, an Angel of peace and tranquility, an Angel of life, an Angel of death—I have the capability of becoming any type of Angel I choose to be, but my choices solely depend on the person standing, sitting perhaps, on the other side.

Isabella said in a low tone and started smiling making Camila frown. She turns to see Ethan standing behind her heart skips multiple beats and immediately turns white like a sheet. She suddenly felt dizzy and was dropping to the ground but Ethan was fast to catch her. At the moment, Jacqueline had just walked into the balcony and she saw Camila in Ethan's arms. She frowned and went back inside the house. "It's just a matter of time, Ethan. Once you complete the paperwork, this nonsense will stop. You, your mother and that piece of nonsense carrying another nonsense will be all the property you will have," she thought and entered the living room to calm herself watching the TV.

Suddenly, she lunged at me like she had gone mad and clawed her fingers at my face. "Just die, Sierra! You're the reason my life is destroyed!" I sidestepped, so she missed her target and crashed heavily onto the floor. The officers rushed over and worked together to pin her flat in the center of the assessment grounds. "Let me go! Dale, save me! Sierra, you toxic bitch! I hope you burn in hell!" she hysterically shrieked and thrashed in desperation. But as a weak omega, she completely lost her strength after struggling for a few seconds and was securely pinned down.

And more in this case where I knew the people who would be taking the last breath are the ones who had hurt my mate, the thought of drawing the blood of whoever the malicious monsters are felt like a beautiful scenario. "So we'll wait?" Jason questioned. "Yes, we will wait," I responded raising the beer mug towards my mouth. The taste of the beer is way less appealing than the taste of my Angel's scent on my tongue. I'd just met her and I already knew I could even die for her.

When the door opens again, Angel walks in with Bianca holding her hand and a small hospital cup of water in the other. Bianca brightens when she sees me and runs straight into my lap. “Rue! I found water.” She's finally speaking to me. I kiss her forehead. “Good job.” Angel watches us. There is something stiff in her posture. She does not step closer, which is unusual for her. She usually hovers. “You two should get some rest,” she says to Alessandro. “You look like death. Both of you.” “That is not helpful,” I reply.

Her dark hair was now dyed blonde, christian dior sunshades shielded her eyes and louboutin heels clad her feet. She had been nervous cracking her knuckles when we showed, her body movement anxious and antsy. "Angelo mio," she whispered, rising to her feet when we walked through the doors. She wasted no time in leaving the table to come and throw her arms around Bianca, sobbing quietly. Bianca was stiff in her mother's arms but at least she hadn't bolted for the doors just yet. "It's good to see you, mamà," Bianca smiled stiffly but relieved to her mother.

"You, Miss Bianca." "Don't try to control or use me for your own gain," Bianca continued. "I'm not Theo who wants to forgive you just like that and let your mouths continue thor raise your voice, so that Bianca resumes what she's saying. “You don't even want to apologize to my older brother for all that you've done so far.” Along with her anger, Bianca's irises turned deep red, with her fangs showing, letting her vampire aura spread throughout the meeting room.