Percy Jackson Bianca Di Angelo Novels & Stories

And then there were Damian's family, his uncle and his two sisters. His sister, Angela, was the first one to speak. "So, this is the famous Bianca," she said, a knowing smile on her face. She looked beautiful with her long dark hair, and her green eyes. She was the spitting image of her mother, from what I had seen in the pictures. "It's so good to finally meet you," I said, a genuine smile on my face. "Damian has told me so much about you." "Only good things, I hope," she said, a playful glint in her eyes.

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.

Bianca D'Arcangelo was Leonardo's cousin. On the surface, she was charming, bright and naïve. Her personality's purity evoked the kindness and the strong desire of people around her to protect such a rare gem. But, her inner self was nothing like that. Unfortunately, I found out too late. Like all these people, I thought Bianca is an example of some of the best qualities a woman can have. I used to like her and tried to form a friendship. She perfectly pretended to be close and loyal, helping me when I was in need. I thought because she had such a close relationship with Leonardo, that she would lend me a hand in making him fall in love with me. Funny thing, he started to hate me due to her

Silas joked. My mate unwrapped herself from me, before bowing her head. “Prince Kieran.” “Hello Azuela! I see you’ve met your mate,” Kieran smiled. Even her name is beautiful. “Uh, what’s going on here?” I asked. “You must be Prince Angelo Del Gadio. My name is Angelina Wisteria, Silas’ mate. You know Kieran, and this is his mate Dahlia McCormick, a werewolf,” she hinted. She is exceptionally beautiful; not as beautiful as Azuela, but beautiful nonetheless.

“How old is Eloise?” “Twenty-one. But I doubt it.” Samantha frowned at me. “Why?” “She’s nineteen.” Giancarlo filled in. “Turns twenty in two months. And she’s Lyra Giannelli.” “And who is Angelica, then?” I wondered. “Her sister. St. Clair is not Hyacinth’s marital surname. It’s her maiden surname. Robert St. Clair is her brother and he erased her birth so no one would ever know Angelika existed.”

Her gaze stopped at the final one. VALENTINA GRECO. Her stepmother. Bianca almost laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. “Of course,” she whispered to herself. “Of course you’d survive.” The universe never killed the devils; it only let them decay slowly. She turned toward Luna, who had drifted back to sleep, clutching her worn lion to her chest. Her curls glowed faintly in the cabin’s light Matteo’s hair, her mother’s eyes. Bianca brushed a tear from the child’s cheek and whispered, “One last shadow, my love. Then we rest.”

It was thick, suffocating and wrapping around me like a cold blooded animal. “I came with a gift,” Bianca said. “She's a spy from the Ironclad pack. Sent by Daemon to watch my movements in and out of your perimeters,” “You haven't been here in weeks,” “You wanted me to get rid of a child. My child,” she snapped. I almost went out of character. Child?

Alessia heard the voice and glanced sideways, then stopped in her tracks. With Bianca's troublesome personality, even if she left now, she would still come looking for her. Alessia stood still and watched as Bianca approached in high heels. Her little face was red with anger, somewhat resembling Eleanor. "Do you know who I am?" Bianca lifted her chin arrogantly. Alessia nodded. "Yes." As soon as she finished speaking, Bianca's pupils shrank slightly, looking at Alessia with frustration. "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"