Young Denise Richards Novels & Stories

There were butterflies swimming in her belly. “We’re going on a date tonight” Denise concluded. “So soon?” “I guess we can’t waste time when we know we like each other that much” Denise replied. She rose to her feet and stretched her arms. It was 4pm and she’s got only four hours to rest and prepare for her first date with her long-time crush. She proceeded to her room and grabbed her diary. “I finally met him and he likes me already” she wrote. Satisfied with herself, Denise laid her back on the bed and placed the diary on her chest while her fantasy took her all the way to the world of sleep. ----- ---- ---- ---- ----- ---- ----- ------ ---- ---- ---- ---- --- ----

“This might be my best birthday yet.” “Who is she?” I asked before I could stop myself. “Clara Denise,” Jay answered, suddenly serious. “Heiress to Denise Media. Family friends.” “She’s... beautiful,” I muttered. Sophia’s grin widened knowingly. “You sound threatened. Are you?” I forced a smile and grabbed a glass of champagne. “I’m here to have fun. That’s what I’m going to do.” And I tried. God knows, I tried. I danced with Jay. Laughed with Sophia. Took selfies with strangers. I even caught Mason across the room and gave him a casual wave.

Adavan It was unexpected for me to see her in front of my eyes. She has worn a black sleeveless top and blue denim shorts. The first thing that caught my eyes when I saw her was her milky white smooth legs. I couldn't see them last night as she had worn a gown. She becomes nervous, seeing me in front of her. I step towards her as she drops her clothes on the floor in nervousness. "I'm…sorry", she stammers as her smooth pink lips tremble in trepidation. "I didn't know it's your room"

He muttered to himself, but I heard "This is very unprofessional Mr. Lucas. I do not know this Enise you speak of or who she is to you. I am Denise Richards And I am here to sign the medical contract between the two of us" I maintained my stance. There's no way I would let him know who I really was. That would only ruin my plans on taking revenge

Suddenly Richard is in front of them, reaching out angrily. Instead of grabbing Denise, as they both expected he would, Richard grabbed Abby around the neck, pulling her to him none too gently. Denise tries to grab at her but Richard throws his leg out and his black dress shoe catches her in the stomach, knocking her backwords as her breath leaves her in a rush. “Mom!”

RICHARD “Where're you taking me to?” I snorted playfully to Denise as she pulled me away from Audrey and Kevin. Then she stopped. “I'm sorry,” she murmured with a soft giggle. “I saw the way you danced with Audrey and I was impressed.” “Hmm,” I mumbled narrowing my eyes. “So you want me to teach you how to dance?” “Well…” She chuckled, scratching her scalp. “It's not like I can't dance, but my boyfriend's really terrible at it and I don't have anyone to dance with.”

"OMG! You're evolving! Bring me with you! Or at least don't forget about me when you get rich. Okay?" What is she talking about? Rich? I hope so, but how? "Ehh?" I looked at her confusingly. "What about it, then?" Instead of answering me, she shot me a new batch of question. Are we doing an interview now? "Who is that someone who introduced and gave his godly piece of name to you? Huh? Tell me, Ethel girl!" "He... he said his name is T-Terrius Monzanto." I even stuttered uttering his name. I just felt like it's so good to say, but at the same time it felt like a spicy food that's burning my tongue. So hot.

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.

Then I see flashes of light and my body collapses to the ground. Denise is struggling with a man on top of her. Her eyes are teary as she pleads with this man. I feel blinding rage, this man is about to rape her even though she's pregnant. Without thinking I propel forward hitting the man with a baseball bat. Dragging him before he can even land on her. My eyes leave the whimpering Denise to the man on the floor. It's Patrick, Patrick Diaz.

He had graying hair and muscular arms. The man looked Denise up and down with a lustful gaze, making her uncomfortable. “So you're Joaquim's niece? Have a seat.” He gestured for her to sit in the chair across from him. “Now, what's your name again?” “Denise da Silva Souza,” she answered. “How old are you, Denise?” “I'm twenty-one.”