Young Denise Richards Novels & Stories

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

Denise gets very well acquainted with the man next door. Enjoy.. ********* Denise was an 18-year old blonde who was enjoying her last summer of freedom. In September she was due to start training to become an office administrator. She already had a job lined up when her training started and she was slowly getting ready for life as an adult. Using the inheritance from her grandfather, she'd bought a used car and rented an apartment. She'd spent the last few weeks buying second hand furniture to furnish her place and now she'd moved all her stuff.

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.

Well… someone did challenge me today. I cleared my throat. “I wanted to recommend someone to sing the national anthem tomorrow. I heard she’s a great singer.” “Oh? And who might that be?” I grinned. “Carolyn. The new girl.” There was a brief pause. “Carolyn? Hmm… I haven’t heard her sing before.” “Well, her cousins say she’s incredible,” I lied smoothly. Madam Grace sounded interested now. “Really? That’s wonderful! I’ll reach out to her and let her know.”

Moreover, they even seemed to really like her. At that moment, Denise’s anger shot straight up to her brain and without thinking, she opened the door and dashed out. “Uncle Wolf!” Denise called out loudly. Suddenly, someone came in front of them, almost scaring them. Frightened, Elizabeth patted her chest and was shocked to see her. “Where did this girl come from? How could she be so rude?” But wouldn’t Elizabeth have guessed it already? She clearly said it intentionally. However, Denise forced out a smile. “Grandma, I am Denise Chang, my uncle is Martin Chang. In the past, Uncle Wolf frequently brought George over to my uncle’s place.”

Hannah said to herself. “Yeah,” she replied awkwardly. “I have a miniseries. Have you watched it?” She asks while fidgeting her hands like a child. Hannah nods. “It’s a good series. People loved it.” Denise smiled from ear to ear then went back to the corner. “Did you hear that dad? I told you I could act.” She uttered to the dead cockroach on the floor that she swiftly put in her mouth and chewed like it was an expensive delicacy.