Denise Siapa Novels & Stories

Danika Williams I called Elizabeth as I started getting ready but I was a mess. I didn’t understand what was appropriate to wear, how much makeup was appropriate to apply or how high my shoes can be. Elizabeth is great with such things. Parents love her, she is very respectful and sweet. “Oh thank god Elizabeth.” I breathe out as the call connects on the last ring. “Yello! Who this?” I hear a childish voice but it was a woman I could tell. “Danika here. I need to talk to Elizabeth.” I say as I go through the clothes in my walk in closet.

I asked myself. "It's been days now, Rissa, come on, get over it. I'm sure he's even forgotten about it. He was drunk and he has a wife, even if he remembered, I do not think he would risk his marriage to meet up with you." Denise said, coming out to lean against the wall that separated the living room from the kitchen. Her short, ginger hair was neatly tucked away in a bonnet and an apron wrapped around her small waist which I was really jealous of. She stared at me with big, river green eyes as she awaited a response.

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."

Sarah whispers, but I am close enough to hear. Elaine nods her head as she continues to cry. "Elaine, we haven't gotten to speak to each other before..., but my name is Denise... I lost my son to suicide. He was only fifteen. If you ever need someone to talk to...you call me—any hour. Day or night, I don't care, honey. No mother should have to bury her child...but don't lose faith, sister. Our father has a plan. He does," a plump woman who I have known since I was born says.

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.

But then Victor realized that it was too late, in the end he was able to force Denise to follow him to leave the club and drive her back to the hotel. Well, he admits, that woman is not as shallow as he thought. Denise turns out to be a career woman with a high position in her company, achieving perfect scores at two levels of education and is one of the most successful modern female figures who are not bound by tradition. Their conversation was perfect, they could discuss anything, as if their box of knowledge had never run out. Denise is indeed a great friend to spend the day with. Victor blinked, trying to adjust to the dark room in the apartment. Her eyes traced the whole quiet room. Eve

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.

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.

“Hello … I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself to you properly. I’m Denise, and I’m a family friend of the Turners. It’s nice to officially meet Derek’s wife. I must say that he did really well for himself. You’re a very beautiful woman.” The woman, Denise says, taking me aback. She sounds nicer than I expect. “Oh, um, well, thanks.” “It’s the truth, but you’re welcome. That aside, I have a feeling that you and I are going to be such good friends.”

I want to be Denise's friend because I want to take things slowly, at least being friends with her will make her forget about all the hate we used to have for each other, and I also want to win her heart. "Alright Mavis. Let's start all over again and be friends" Denise said with a happy smile on her face. "My name is Mavis. C. Brown, and you are?" I asked, smiling. "My name is Denise Anderson" "It's nice meeting you Denise Anderson" I said. "Same here Mr. CEO. It's so nice being friends with a billionaire and a CEO of one of the most popular food companies in America" Denise said funnily and we both laughed.