Percy Jackson Bianca Novels & Stories

It was more like drawing a dagger. "Tell me you two aren't doing what I think you're doing," Bianca said. Even though it was a weekend, she was dressed in a nice, pink blouse and a dark navy skirt. She had her near-black hair tied back in a severe bun. She'd done her makeup, as well, making her angular features appear almost devastatingly beautiful. I felt very much like a turd she'd found on the stairs. "Tell me this isn't what it looks like," Bianca repeated. I paused. I didn't know what to say, except to parrot it back. "It isn't what it looks like," I said. Like that was going to make a difference.

Jacintha smiled. “Then you should be terrified of what I’ve become without him”. It sent chills down Bianca's spine, she felt her confidence slipping. Jacintha stepped closer. “Get your pathetic self out of my company,” she said softly. “Before I make security drag you out”. Bianca trembled, her jaw clenching, but she turned sharply and stormed toward the doors. Whispers followed her. Jacintha didn’t care. She just adjusted her sleeve and walked towards the elevator, her expression calm.

My fists were still tightened in a clench when the bathroom door opened. It was Ms. Susan. “What were you girls doing in here?” Ms. Susan asked, giving a special stern look at me. “What were you doing here, Bianca?” Ms. Susan asked, pursing her lips. “You’d got into another trouble now? First, you caused a scene with Rowan in the hallway, now, you’re making a scene with these girls in the bathroom.

“Trust me, Sierra, nobody’s gonna even breathe wrong around you tonight.” I snorted softly. “Except Bianca. And maybe Tessa.” “Bianca can eat air and choke on it,” Becca said, picking up the highlighter again and dusting my cheekbones. “And Tessa? She’s the least of your problems. That girl can barely keep her lipstick in place, let alone her morals.”

I said hoping that she would agree that clubbing at this time of the night was a bad idea but before she could speak Siobhan jumped in. “Bianca? Nah Bianca would never do that. Actually, we are not kids just so you know, we are 18, high school seniors.” That was the first time I heard her name and I thought it suited her well. Bianca, it was such a pretty delicate name for a girl who was obviously not delicate given how she handled our interaction earlier that day. “So am I.” It was an attempt at small talk to get Bianca to join the conversation but she remained quiet only glaring in my direction once or twice. What does it take to get her to talk to me?

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

I swear to God, I will bury him. I’m not going to sleep. I’m not going to eat. I’m not going to rest until I get her back. And when I do, nothing not Evelyn, not this company, not the law will stop me from destroying Colden and everyone working under his name. He took Bianca. And now, he’s declared war. Bianca POV The slap comes so fast I didn't even see it, I barely registered the pain till after two seconds I felt a hand across my cheek.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

Chapter 45 BIANCA "I'm not—" I started, but the woman wasn't listening. Her grip tightened, her other hand coming up to cup my face like she needed to confirm I was real. "I thought you were dead," she whispered, tears gathering in her eyes. "They said the council had—but you're here. You're alive. How?" "I'm not Elara," I managed, my heart pounding. "My name is Bianca. Elara was my mother, but she died seven years ago."

A soft knock came at my door, and then it cracked open. “Lukie? Are you ready?” Bianca asked me, her eyelashes blinking. I bit back my growl at the ridiculous nickname and gripped the edge of the counter tightly with my hands before I turned to look at her. If I wasn’t already mated to the most stunning woman in the realm, then I’m sure I would have found Bianca beautiful. Well, that and the fact that she was a witch in disguise, and a potential spy for the king. I hadn’t missed how she’d looked right at the mark on June’s arm that linked her to her fairy protector.