Agnes Despicable Me Doll Novels & Stories

"I love it. Wow, your works are becoming more exquisite, my lady. If Lucille or anyone else is to see this, they will fall over heels for it. Let me try it on and do my makeover before you take a picture." Agnes took off her clothes, leaving only the underwear before trying on the gown that she had made. It was a long flowing type with a long split at the left side but she was careful enough not to make it reach the hip or thigh so it doesn't expose too much. Agnes rushed to the mirror to check herself out. She turned around, glanced at her butt, and gave it a small slap before giggling like a schoolgirl. "Wow, this is dope. I need to have it."

It’s a poor neighbourhood, and I bet that there’s drug trafficking in the area. I look around and see a woman hanging on the floor. She looks like she is passed out, and I look away. I stalk towards the door, and when I am about to knock, the door opens, and I see her. Agnes. Her eyes were dull and without spark, her hair long and filthy with grease. Her clothes with holes and were dirty. What the actual fuck.

I actually tried hard not to think about that, but failed, miserably. Agnes was a high-paid call girl who had if not a heart of gold, at the very least hair of gold. She was just the right amount of sexy for this operation. She had a sort of girl-next-door thing going on that really helped her out in her second job, the porn industry. I didn't judge. Hell, I was about to steal back a ton of drugs from criminals. At least porn was legal.

Agnes turned her to face the mirror again, and Mia smiled when she saw her reflection. “I know I'm a bad person for being with a man who is already with another woman. But I won't apologize for it. I won't apologize for liking him or wanting to be with him. And maybe it will turn out at the end of the day that I was being truly delusional. Until that day comes, I plan on enjoying my time with him.” Agnes patted her on the back. “Stand on what you believe in, Ma Chérie. Now, let's go do a little fashion show for the devil.”

I growl in her ear, meeting her gaze in the mirror. "I want you to watch me fuck you. And when you wake up sore tomorrow, I want you to remember who did that to you." Agnes let out a deep throaty moan. "Fuck me more!" she screams at me, her hands running up her body and behind her until they dig into my hair. "Shh, keep quiet," I hush her, "You don't want all these people to know you're getting fucked in a dressing room. Do you?" A now gentle and soft moan is her only response, and I let out a satisfactory smirk.

Agnes said with a smirk. She pulled her right hand out, and two large axes materialized in both of her hands. “I’m sorry Mary had to drag you all into her problems. Now you have to suffer the same fate as her. No hard feelings,” Agnes said with a demonic smile, her white aura still pouring out of her body. She was about to launch forward when her heart suddenly stopped for a moment and restarted. She fell to the ground, and her axes vanished. “What?” She asked with surprise on her face as blood rolled out of her lips.

Placing the comb quickly on the edge of the basin, I straightened my hair and rushed out. “Why are you always in the bathroom?” Anderson’s gruff voice boomed in the room as soon as I stepped out. I stole a glance at his bearded face before walking straight to my bed. Letting out a deep sigh, I sat on the edge of the bed. There was no use struggling. I could never win… “Drink slowly. This time it is much stronger…” Ariana said, handing me a goblet. My hands trembled as I brought the goblet close to my lips; the pungent aroma making me gag. The queasy sensation in my stomach magnified. I swallowed the bile that had risen in my throat and drank up the contents of the goblet in a single draught.

He looks disgusted, which made the tiny fume of hatred she ease before to resurface as they came in a tidal wave. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Her face-hardened. “Well, fuck you too.” She snarled at him before turning on her heels, clenching her teeth as they gnawed and make sound. Agnes grab a discarded shirt, which is too large for her frame [this may have belong to the latter, as she was brought there on her dress, tattered, and destroyed as they seems to be in a rush, thirsty sex]. Agnes came trotting outside, no shame on her face as the cold air hit her down on her exposed legs. It was that pure loathsome look, which took over dominion. The softness of her feature has been replaced.

The man lifted his head only to see that Agnes had grown closer to him as she was now on her four limbs over the table. Her emerald orbs changed colour and glowed crimson, but for some reason Jairus did not seem afraid to see her canines enlarging into fangs. Agnes leaped towards him due to the sudden pouncing over Jairus the chair fell backwards with a thump as Agnes fell over him.

The woman staring back at me didn’t look like the girl who had scrubbed floors. She didn’t look like the girl who had begged for scraps of affection. She looked like someone who belonged. A knock sounded at the door. Agnes smiled. “That will be the finishing touch.” She disappeared for a moment before returning with a velvet jewelry box. My heart skipped. “Agnes…” “Open it.” Inside were gold pieces that took my breath away. A necklace that rested like a crown against my throat. Chandelier earrings that caught every bit of light. And delicate 22-karat gold bangles that lined my wrists.