Denise Siapa Novels & Stories

Jate sneered. "You bastard! You dare to talking back now?" Denisse blurted out. Angelas face flashed in red in anger. "Just ignore her, lets go inside." Jate said casually. "Okay." Angela agreed softly. "You bastards! Are you ignoring me?" "Dont mind her." Jate wisphered in her ear. Denisse is cousin of Angela she has a stunning beauty, But compared to Angela she's nothing but a damn bitch. She's working as the finance head office, the one who organized the salary of it's employees.

Denise, though maintaining her composure while observing them, shot a deadly glare at Izzy through her eyes. Who is Denise? Why did she come here when everything was doing fine? Is she part of Monica's scheme? "I will, Ms. Denise-?" I replied cutting off the sudden heavy atmosphere while Izzy's giggles and Fabian's laughter cans still be heard. "Denise Hall and you are?" She returned back with the opposite of her angelic demeanor. I almost laughed, jealousy can't hide someone's fake facade, especially a woman. "Mark Smith!" I replied intimidating her. She gasped suddenly and back to her angelic posture again. So, I am dealing with a bipolar seductive woman, great!

Huck answers with a sleepy smile. When they make it to the dance place, Teresa looks impressed. “Sorry to be late, Denise Sawyer,” a woman about Sawyer’s age, shakes their hands. “How are you related to Sawyer, if I can ask?” Huck asks. “Oh, I was married to the man for twenty years,” Denise tells them. “Him being gay doesn’t surprise me. You must be Huck.” “Yes, I am,” Huck says a little uncomfortable all of a sudden. “Good to meet you. I haven’t seen Tommy this happy in a long time,” Denise opens the door for them. “So, Tommy said you guys needed privacy and space?”

Denis responds and winked at her. Freya frowned. “Don’t you dare to do that. You only have one job.” She responded and stood up. “Where are you going then?” Denise asked. “It’s my turn.” ________

Never in my life have I been around this many vampires. Aside from Theo, my only other companions are Darla and one of Spencer’s agents. I hope nothing extra happens during this trip, because if it comes down to a fight, our team of four, won’t be winning. It would be our funeral. “Nice to meet you,” the vamp puts his hand out. “I’m Denise.” “Aiden.” I shake his hand. “Your king must be waiting to meet us.” “Not really.” Denise smiles, blood red gums fully on display. “To be honest, he’s not exactly thrilled to negotiate this deal with you. Would have preferred it if Spencer came himself.”

"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."

#Written_by_Sylvia_Adaobi_Peter * * #Written_by_Sylvia_Adaobi_Peter Denise dropped her phone on the center table, and placed on hand on her stomach as she stared at the door. “Open up, you damned b*tch! Open this damn door!” Christina’s voice could be heard from behind the door. “What a crazy girl.” Denise grumbled as she walked towards the door. 💝💝💝💝💝💝 Christina ohh!😒😒 Next episode loading!!! Brought to you by Authoress Sylvia Adaobi Peter✍️

“It’s ambitious. But I can handle it. This initiative is important. If it succeeds, it cements everything we’ve built.” Looking at her I can already tell that this fundraiser isn't even about the causes, it's about her. The circle shifts quickly into logistics. A woman with a tablet in hand steps forward. “I’m Denise,” she says, not bothering to smile. She’s striking, really tall, dark-skinned, with a sharp bob and sharper eyes. From the first second, I know she’s the one who’s been dropping the jabs. She was also the unnecessarily rude one from brunch, absolutely forgot her name.

She was hiding something big, and it clearly had to do with Hector. And if I wanted to protect myself, I needed to know what that was. Before I could say anything else, a sharp knock sounded at my door. “Come in,” I called out, half-expecting it to be a maid or maybe one of the house guards. The door opened, and Denise stepped in — holding a stack of folders in her arms. “Miss Ivonne,” she said politely, “I brought the information you asked for.” “Oh, perfect timing,” I said, sitting up straighter. “Come in, Denise. These are my ... eh....... friends — Elara and Tessa.”

“STILL NO progress? Are you planning to keep on disappointing me?” Racar bellowed, pointing at Denise with great irritation. “I’m doing everything you tell me to do. But it’s not easy to seduce Mr. Chairman’s son.” Denise reasoned with her head bowed. Racar looked at the woman doubtfully. “Be honest with me, is it really his bodyguard you’re flirting with instead of Mr. Chairman’s son?” Denise quickly raised her face and spoke in fear. “I’ll explain!”