Denise Siapa Novels & Stories

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.

“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!”

Dennise point of View As I was about to pour myself a glass of brandy I stole from Ace’s bar, my phone rang, a video call. I looked at the caller and saw it was Valentina. I grinned my teeth and cursed under my breath before I picked it up and answered. I saw her leaning against the window, ear pod on her ears. “Dennise,” she said in an authoritative voice. “You failed to send a report. Care to explain?”

I'm the eldest son of Joshua Lynch and Luna, and my name is Nigel. Denise looked at the message in bewilderment. She walked over there carefully and replied to Nigel. [Denise: You…] [Denise: What do you want?]

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.

’ she thought, gritting her teeth as she clenched her fists tightly. ‘I need to do something, fast.’ she thought once more before walking off. She remembers that she has a good friend here, someone indeed reliable. Denise Imperial. Yes, that girl knows an awful lot about the Valencia Family. Perhaps, there’s something she could provide that will overturn the tables to her side. Yes, she needs some help. Janice recalls that Denise stays in a single room, since she’s the fifth candidate. Janice also knew that Denise’s family is in need of support from larger companies. This could give her a good opportunity, after all, her father obeys her will to support someone or not.

She added. Ignoring her and the rest of them, I finished washing Nikolai’s dishes and packed it properly so I could take it to where all of his other special dishes were but that didn’t exactly go as planned when Denise showed up. “You must think so highly of yourself because Alpha Nikolai gets to fuck you like the cheap slut you are.” She said and the room filled with the sound of laughter. Denise is huge and takes advantage of her size, she’s the biggest bully in the mansion and I’ve always done everything within my power to avoid her.

The room buzzed again, but this time, everyone crowded around Khloe, leaving Tina gently pushed aside. Denise, isolated and helpless, was ignored completely. People even shoved her back as if defending Khloe. "Denise, seriously, you have no shame. This entire reunion, you're the one causing trouble. You claim to know the Morrison heiress? She's right in front of you, and you don't even recognize her!" "She can't possibly be the Morrison heiress!" Denise still clung to her defiance, demanding proof. "It doesn't matter whether I'm the Morrison heiress or not."

At first, Riktor couldn’t identify where he had seen the woman, but soon he heard Ashton calling her by the name Hannah. “Fuck! Is he dating his friend's ex-wife?” Riktor uttered in surprise. “This boy will bring disaster to this family.” He added while caressing the back of his neck. “Cyrene!” He called to his wife. MEANWHILE… Denise’s photoshoot was a success. The photos are beautiful. The onscreen chemistry she had with her A-lister leading man was to die for. She was all smiles as after the photo shoot they would have a press conference.