Denise Siapa Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You’re the vocalist of the famous Digital Band! The fast food chain I’ve worked for before hired your group for a promotional event.” Dennise rolled her eyes. She sat at the empty couch and looked at Dennisse with a hint of recognition. “I know you!” “So?” Dennise replied smugly. “You’re the vocalist of the famous Digital Band! The fast food chain I’ve worked for before hired your group for a promotional event.” Dennise rolled her eyes. “Dennise, I think it’s better if you get changed now,” I turned at her, “I’m pretty sure Jasmin’s very excited to visit her home already.”

No staff, no whispers from the kitchen and then I saw her. Ashley. Denise's sister. She was lounging on the couch in the sitting room like she owned the place, which, technically, she did, since the Kingsley fortune was as much hers as Denise. "Kiera," she purred, taking a slow sip of her wine. "Back so soon?" Her voice was smooth, like she'd been waiting for this moment. I didn't trust her, I never had. "Where's Denise?" My voice was sharp. "Oh, he's occupied." She smirked and took another sip of the wine. "You should go find him. I think you'll enjoy the show."

Denise let out a shaky breath and my eyes widened when she was suddenly on her knees before me. "Stop it, Denise!" "No! Let me do it, Deena. I am begging you. Please don't take Trent from me. I love him so much and I'll die without him in my life. You have everything. You're successful and you have Rosie. I have nothing." She cried and I pulled my hands away from her grasp.

"Houston, Doctor. Nice to see you again." Jana inhaled sharply. She asked Vivien if there's something wrong with Denise. The system actively answered that Denise has been genetically engineered and her brain had an implant to it— her former Ai has now been fully attached into her brain. Jana didn't speak. She shuffled her feet and turned around. "She's here." Denise heard the words and shifted her gaze towards the fleeing figure. Her eyes twinkled with surprise and lethal amusement. "The girl attended the party for Kiel's death."

"Give me the tea. I'll ask someone to examine it." There was confusion in Fernanda's eyes. "What do you mean?" Denise replied with an expression that seemed different. She looked serious, but at the same time her demeanour hinted at something hidden. "I have a witch friend. She'll definitely be able to examine the tea." *

I'm glad they're my best friends. Denise is the one that has big plans in her life. I mean, don't get me wrong, we all do but for Denise, she's serious about her plans. She would want to achieve new goals every year and so far . . . it's working out for her. We are always there to support because we all know she's quite the overachiever. Denise is not very fond of Eric after what happened but she's trying to open up to him again. Eric's a good person. He just wasn't good for me.

Victor whispered tenderly, his hands hugging Liona's waist more and more possessively, deliberately giving a gesture there to embarrass their guests. But apparently Denise is not a woman who gives up easily. Of course, she would not have been made the CEO of her current multinational company if she had given up so easily. "I want you to give me a chance." Her murmurs hard, made Victor frown as he looked at Denise. "Chance for what?"

While pondering about the possibilities, Monica softly asked, "Why is Lady Denise looking for me?" She was suddenly reminded of Lord Kenny. Lord Kenny had been busy with his official duties recently and rarely visited her. Could it be something was wrong with Lord Kenny? "I don't know either, Mistress," replied the maid. Monica nodded before asking a few maids to take good care of Ambrose and went to the front hall. When she arrived at the front hall, she saw Lady Denise sitting there. Denise was around 30 years old that year. She was wearing a light yellow long dress and had a beautiful face that made her a rare beauty, but one could sense a slight meanness in between her brows.

Without looking up, she called to whoever it was to come in. Denise walked into Jenny’s office and sat down in the small swivel chair in front of the desk. She waited until Jenny had finished her writing before speaking. “Miss Reed?” Denise said “I’m Denise Allen, Brian’s wife. I really need to discuss something rather personal with you if you have a minute.” Oh no. On top of all of this, Denise found out about me and Brian. Well, this is the end of this job. Damn Brian! I told him it was over. Great timing there, kid.

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.