Denise Siapa Novels & Stories

However, the footsteps stopped right in front of me. I glanced up and, to my surprise, it was Denise. The voice on the other end of the phone continued, "Miss Young, did you hear me? The person you asked us to track has been frequently visiting one of the Young family's subsidiary companies." I muttered a quiet acknowledgment and ended the call, turning my attention fully to Denise. She had put on a little weight, her loose dress skimming her figure, and she was decked out in designer labels from head to toe.

Eros said, and Martin just hit the wall in great annoyance while his colleagues calmed him down. “But,” Denise raised her hand next. “It's me. Why am i here? i can't kill a cat.” The girl's tearful asked him. “I know.” Eros responded quickly. “In that case, why did Denise get involved in this?” asked one of their companions. “Because she's the witness.” When he pointed to the girl, everyone suddenly turned to Denise, even she was surprised by what she heard. “Yes? m-me?” she said and pointed to herself. “Yes, you are.” Eros approached her and suddenly grabbed her by the arm. He raised her sleeve slightly, but the girl immediately lowered it.

Debbie glared fiercely at her son, her face full of disappointment. "Denise." Suddenly, a plump woman rushed out of the barbecue stall. The woman seemed to have just come out of the kitchen. She was still wearing an apron and there were some oil stains on it. She was the mother of Denise, Gladys Capra. "Denise, are you crazy? Why are you being so stupid? You are making a fool of yourself in public." Gladys held Denise in her arms and looked down at the check at Denise's feet.

I say extending my hand to the beautiful woman sitting at the table. "Hi Nick, I've heard a lot about you from Carolyn," she blushes. "I'm Denise." I'm the one who should be blushing as I grasp her soft hand. She is absolutely stunning. Her light brown skin is the color of coffee with just a touch of cream and her long, black hair, hanging in loose curls around her shoulders, has subtle highlights that nearly match her skin color.

I had no reason not to. Danny was still busy when it was time to get Jack, so he asked Denise to take me. I was not looking forward to being alone with her. After all, our earlier exchange had not seemed to go well. It didn’t help that Denise was mostly silent. It was as if she had no desire to know me at all. I kept glancing at her out of the corner of my eye, but her gaze remained fixed forward. Denise was an attractive woman. Roughly the same age as Danny, a beautiful voluptuous yet toned figure. I envied the length of her legs. Her chestnut-coloured hair was cut into a sleek shoulder-length bob, making her look far more sophisticated than I could ever hope to be. As we pulled into the ne

was Aiden; the future Alpha of one of the most powerful packs alive. This...was her life. Realizing the night was approaching faster than she thought, Denise pushed her memories aside and got up from her seat, setting down the shirt she had been sewing before turning towards the cabin door. She knocked multiple times and a groan sounded from inside. Not bothering to wait for an answer, she grabbed the knob, twisting it slowly. But before she could open it fully, the door was pulled from the inside and the face of a woman greeted her, bearing the disgusting scent of sweat and sex.

She doesn’t receive any messages from him either. At a coffee shop, Denise happily sips coffee after reading a message from one of her staff members. She was very happy, and her crew would have a chance to get Diana. She will make sure that this time her rival to Mauro will die, and she will witness it herself.

Moreover, they even seemed to really like her. At that moment, Denise’s anger shot straight up to her brain and without thinking, she opened the door and dashed out. “Uncle Wolf!” Denise called out loudly. Suddenly, someone came in front of them, almost scaring them. Frightened, Elizabeth patted her chest and was shocked to see her. “Where did this girl come from? How could she be so rude?” But wouldn’t Elizabeth have guessed it already? She clearly said it intentionally. However, Denise forced out a smile. “Grandma, I am Denise Chang, my uncle is Martin Chang. In the past, Uncle Wolf frequently brought George over to my uncle’s place.”

, she beams as I strive to smile. "Yeah", I mumble. "I'm Emery", she sits on the bed and approaches for a handshake. I don't delay to respond to her. "You may not know me. But I'm Emery Cameron, David Cameron's daughter AKA Christian D'costa's student", she chuckles. "Right, sir?" "Why are you acting so obedient?", Christian crosses his arms while smiling back at her. "In fact, you can't even look obedient even if you act, still being mischievous"

Finally, after an exchanged of few words with Finrod, the woman noticed them. She bowed her head and regarded all of them. “My name is Magor.” That was all she said before she went silent again. Everybody looked at her imploringly to hear more of her but it was futile. She just stared back at them with her face expressionless. “You have to excuse her.” Finrod intervened. “Dragons naturally prefer to stay silent. A complete opposite to our fellow mermen here but you’ll get along enough.”