Novels by Denise Writes

Third personVince is in and out of consciousness, he knows that he's in the arms of his angel, Julie. He didn't think that this would be how he would go. He always thought it would be more glorious, but regardless, he was going to die in the arms of his love, and there is no better way to go."I love you, mi amore," he whispers, "Look after the family for me."Julie's eyes fill up with tears, "Please no,"Vincent looks into her eyes one last time and then he goes limp in her arms, Julie screams, she pulls him close to her chest and she cries."I love you too," she whimpers, caressing his cheek, "I love you too dammit, please don't be dead."She feels herself being pulled away from him and into the arms of her best friend, "I'm sorry baby, it's going to be okay."Time seems to move in slow motion for Julie as she is pulled out of the house by Mona, the police arrive and so do the paramedics, their entire plan was a success except for one thing, Vincent.The entire plan was boarded arou

Third PersonJulie looks at her best friend, they had her man, her ex-boyfriend had her boyfriend, it's funny how life has a funny way of proving a point to you, the universe, God was trying to get her to see something, but she didn't know what it was, she should have seen it coming, usually she does but this time she didn't. her best friend killed her boyfriend's baby mama and now they were going to go and rescue her boyfriend. This is how it all started, he needed saving and she did, she remember when she first laid her eyes on him in that parking lot, it was supposed to be a mission, but it turned into more than that."Julie, everything will be okay," Mona reassures, "I'm here and we are going to get him back."Julie gulp down the lump in my throat, Mona give

Vincent Giovanni "Mr Giovanni, it's so good to see you here," McCredie exclaims walking to his desk, he puts a glass in front of me and pours me a shot of whiskey and then himself. "Likewise, I'm here to hand over the goods and take my money," I say. "Getting straight to the point I see, well, let me get you the money and you can be on your merry way," he says, "In the meantime help yourself to some whiskey." He gulps his down and walks away to the door, I drink mine and grimace, I've never liked American whiskey. "Babe, can you bring the briefcase, please," he yells from his office door. He walks back

Juliet FergusonI wake up a little after 16:00 and I'm alone in the room, I groan as I try and move my body to get up, I am sore in all places, even places I didn't think could be sore, I wrap the sheet around my body and walk to the bathroom."Ah mi amore, you're awake,' Vincent smiles, kissing my forehead.I moan, "Hey, what are you doing?""Shaving babe, I have a meeting with McCredie tonight and you know how long it takes for me to get ready,"I roll my eyes, "I swear sometimes you could be gay, you're the only man I know that takes as much time getting ready as a woman,""Looking as good as I do, takes t

Juliet Ferguson You have to be some fool to believe that I'm going to let that little rat and her sorry excuse for a twin get away with what they've been doing, first, you sleep with my man, claim to have his baby and then you plot to betray him, they are gonna catch these hands today. "Baby, you promise, you're not going to hurt anyone?" Vincent asks, I look up at him and huff. "Yeah, I won't," I lie. He kisses my forehead and we walk to the door of the mansion, we had arrived early in the morning and god forbid, I almost killed somebody when he woke me up, I'm not a morning person today and one wrong move out of anybody and I'm ready to fight. We walk i

Vincent Giovanni"Shit, how did they find us?"Julie looks over at me, "Who the hell is they?""Thomas' goons," I reply, I open the cupboard door and reach inside, all the way at the back and pull out an AK47, I crawl to the next one and pull out another AK47 and throw it at Julie."You ready?"She nods and we both get up from the floor, we stand back-to-back and have our guns ready to fire."How the hell did they know we were here?" Julie asks."Like Gio once told me, we have a rat in the house," I say.

Epilogue – Xander It’s safe to say that it all worked out in the end for me, and for everyone. If there is anything that I have learnt from this is that no matter how life turns out, always be the bigger person. Never let anybody else determine how you see the world and the people in it. My dad messed up a lot of things, for his selfish reason. He sowed seeds of self-doubt, hatred, and selfishness in my life, and now I’m doing the work of re-growing my emotional garden. Everything he had ever taught me was wrong, especially about women. Found my mom, fell in love, and met some incredible women along the way. They taught me more than my father ever has, and that’s saying something. Women overflow with wisdom and grace, too many of them oppressed by the men they marry or encounter. As men, we should be protecting them and uplifting them. They are the carriers of our children and future generation. I have forgiven my father for everything he has done. He was only human. God says we mu

XanderIt’s been two weeks since Aiden has been back in custody, and all I can say is that it was the best decision we had ever made. Jessica was arrested but we had her released on probation. She knew that Aiden was our half-brother and only wanted to protect him. She apologized and all was forgiven.Aiden was going to be sentenced again for his escape and they were looking at adding another two years since he returned with no incident. It was a relief for everyone because his sentence was only going to be fifteen years, according to what our lawyer had told us.I was sitting in the visitor's area of the Sun City Prison, waiting for Aiden. Today was going to be the first time I had spoken to him ever since he was arrested earlier in the year.I hear chains clanking and I look towards the door and see Aiden's handcuffed from his knees to his arms. I stand up and wait for

XanderEverybody had gathered at our house. Everybody, I mean, Damien, Charles, Chantel, and X. We were waiting for X’s team to tell us that they had captured Aiden and he was in the set location. Emotions were running high, but we were all keeping our cool.Nikki and Chantel were currently occupied by their gossip, and the guys and I were gathered in the kitchen with the burner phone set in the middle of the table.“You are seriously considering murder?”X nods, “Yeah. If we let him live, who knows what he’ll do to us? To anyone.”I felt guilty. I wanted to know more about him and why my father kept him a secret. There had to have been a reason.“X is right,”“Guys come on. What about hearing his side of the story? He is your brother; do

Charles“You can’t do that Dae. I will not allow it, you understand me,”Damien sighs, “Fuck Charles, I’m trying to keep the both of you safe. Who knows what that manic is capable of.”“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me,” I yell, “I will not let that man terrorize me or my family? We will remain here, and we will see this through together.”There was no arguing with me, I was going to have the last say and that was it. That sorry excuse of a man will not ruin our lives again.“Call Xander, we are all going to his house, and we are going to talk about this,” I say and walk out of the kitchen.I go to the spare bedroom and find Chantel sitting on the floor, with her phone in her hand.“Honey, you okay?”Chantel looked at me and she looked shaken.“Aiden is Xander’s brother?”“What? No, who told you that lie?”She gets up from the floor and sits on the bed.“Nikki just called me and told me that they found Aiden, and Aiden is Xander’s older half-brother,”“Damien!”Chantel sighs, “Th

XanderI hate it when someone says that. It usually means something very messed up is about to happen and there is nothing we can do to stop it.“Just say it,”“Aiden is your biological brother,” X says.Damien and I look at each other. We both couldn’t believe it and it couldn’t be true. Could it?“How? I am the only son of both of my parents,”X looks at his screen, “Well, it looks like your father was a hoe.”I push X to the side and read what is written on the screen. His records were somehow sealed from the world, probably my dad’s doing. He was born the same year that I was just a few months before my birth, fuck that makes him my older brother.“His mother is unknown,”X looks at the screen, “I’ll have someone look into that.”“You’re taking this well,” Damien says nervously.I look at him and I shrug, “I’ve genuinely run out of fucks to give when it comes to Aiden and anything involving him but what’s bothering me is that my father. My father. I hope he’s in hell,”“Do you thi

“Do you still have men in the house?”X looks at his PC and nods, “Yeah, everything is good. They are still in the living room.”I was out with X and Damien, trying to figure out if the rumour of Aiden’s escape was true. We were waiting for Damien to return from prison with some information. We were at X’s house, in his basement. His family was out for the day, so we could work without his family disrupting us too much.“Do you think he could be out there?”I sigh, “Yeah, I do. He’s a sneaky bastard, that man.”X shakes his head, “We’ll find him, and deal with him accordingly. The rest of the squad doesn’t have to know.”“You’ve done stuff like this before?”“You mean assassinate, murder, make people disappear? It’s part of the job description, man. I’m hired by all sorts of people,” X replies but it’s a side of my business most people don’t know about.I nod, “Of course.”“People like Aiden have gotten away with so much in their lives that they have run out of their extra lives but s

Epilogue: Not All Love Stories Have Happy EndingsNot every love story is destined to end with a romantic reunion or a picture-perfect ending. Some love stories are lessons, shaping the people we become and teaching us to value ourselves. For Henry and Penny, the end of their relationship wasn't the end of their growth—it was the beginning. As they stepped away from each other, they carried with them the hard-earned understanding that true healing often requires letting go.Henry's struggle was not only about losing Penny, but also about facing the deeper wounds he had been carrying since childhood. Growing up, he witnessed his father's toxic behaviours—manipulation, control, and neglect—which shaped his understanding of relationships. Unconsciously, he adopted some of those same behaviours, which ultimately led to the breakdown of his relationship with Penny. His inability to prioritize her and listen to her cries for support reflect

Two days later, I decided it was time to face the person I had hurt the most. I reached out to Penny, not knowing if she'd even want to hear from me. To my surprise, she agreed to meet. It felt like a small victory, though it came with the overwhelming weight of knowing that I had to face the consequences of my actions. I didn't expect her to take me back—how could I, after everything? But I needed her forgiveness. I needed to look her in the eye and admit my wrongs. Maybe, just maybe, we could find some sort of closure.We arranged to meet at a private location—an old park on the outskirts of town. It was one of those places with quiet trails winding through groves of oak trees, where the ground was carpeted in fallen leaves that crunched softly underfoot. The park had once been a favourite spot for us; we'd spent countless afternoons here, lying on the grass, watchin

"Henry, for God's sake, turn off that dreaded song! It's been two days!" Chris's voice boomed from outside my door, sounding more exasperated than usual.Careless Whisper had been playing on repeat for forty-eight hours straight, filling the room with its haunting saxophone melody. It was the only thing that made sense right now, the only sound that matched the broken rhythm of my heart. The rest of the world was a jarring cacophony I didn't want to hear."Don't make me call Mom," Chris threatened, his tone taking on that authoritative edge that always managed to get through to me.Shit. I reached for the remote and silenced the music.There was a moment of silence before Chris spoke again, his voice softer this tim

The past two weeks had felt like an endless loop of heartache and frustration, as though I was living in a bad dream that refused to let me wake. Ever since the breakup with Henry made headlines, the world outside had become too overwhelming. I was suffocating beneath the weight of my own emotions and the relentless attention from reporters, journalists, and even strangers who were all eager to pry into the details of my private life. I stopped answering calls altogether, letting my phone buzz uselessly across the room as I buried myself beneath blankets and tried to block out the world.Henry had gone silent, too. There were no signs of him anywhere—no statements, no pictures splashed across the gossip sites, no sightings at any of his usual haunts. It was as if he had vanished into thin air, and a part of me wondered if he felt the same choking pressure I did, hiding away

The car ride back to the estate is thick with silence. Chris grips the steering wheel, knuckles white against the leather, and I sit slumped in the passenger seat, drowning in the weight of my thoughts. The pain sits heavy in my chest, gnawing at me, making it hard to breathe. Guilt twists my stomach into knots. I keep replaying the moment over and over—the look on Penny's face when she caught me, the betrayal in her eyes, the way her voice broke when she told me to leave. I thought I had escaped the kind of life that leads to moments like these. I thought she'd be the one to help me rewrite my story.But I ruined it. I ruined us.I stared out the window at the shadowy trees rushing by the road winding toward the one place I swore I'd never return to. Back then, leaving felt like breaking

As Archie helps me inside, the familiar warmth of home wraps around me, yet it feels hollow. The muted glow of the lamps casts soft light across the living room, where Meryl and Nana are seated, their conversations falling silent as I enter. Their faces shift from calm curiosity to shock and concern the moment they see me. It's as if the weight of what's happened seeps into the room, thickening the air.Aunt Linda, her sharp eyes widening with worry, rushes towards me. "What happened?" she asks, her voice tight with alarm.Archie stands beside me, his jaw clenched, an unspoken fury simmering beneath the surface. "Henry, he—" he begins but stops as if struggling to say the words.Meryl closes her eyes, the gesture slow and resigned, as though she already knows what'