Agnes Doll From Despicable Me Novels & Stories

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.

They were forced to kneel on the dirty ground. Damien entered the hut to call his mother, while the other witches stood behind Ellie and Maya. After a few minutes, the head witch came out of the hut with Damien behind him. "Where are they?!" Agnes, the witch, screamed as she rushed out of the hut. She was wearing a long black gown, and she looked so beautiful that no one would know she was an ugly black witch. She looked at the girls on the floor and screamed, "You evil creatures! I'll make you pay for hurting my daughter." She ran inside the hut and came back with her dagger.

he called. A second later, Agnes's head appeared in the cracked-open door. Her smile began to spread across her lips but quickly faded as she saw me. "Um…" She cleared her throat. "Ms. Angelica Butte—" The door fully opened, and a golden-haired actress glided inside Aiden's office, proudly presenting her slender legs and tiny feet in five-inch heels. Then she stopped and slammed the door, all but hitting Agnes's face. Angelica Butterfly wore a tight, black leather dress that barely covered her curvy butt and exposed a fair part of her cleavage. For those who didn't recognize her as a celebrity just by looking at her outfit, she also wore dark sunglasses to cover her stormy-gray eyes.

"We'll just pull the dress up and it'll pass from your head then since from the waist up is now free." "B-but..." "What's wrong?" "I'm..."She was blushing harder now"I'm wearing a really embarrassing underwear...." Agnes cursed why she had picked out some huge flower panties instead of a more attractive G-string or something that wasn't for someone thirty years older than her. "You will look sexy even in a sack, you know that right?" She looked back at him to see that his eyes were really closed. They were and there was a smile on his face too, this guy was really something else.

Here, there was only the soothing, rhythmic lapping of warm water against stone. Agnes stood near the edge of the submerged stone steps, holding a heavy crystal decanter filled with concentrated mineral salts designed to draw out the final, stubborn traces of blue-wolfsbane from Rhys’s deep bone tissue. She had discarded her formal gown and lab gear, wearing only a practical, dark linen tunic and fitted shorts that clung lightly to her form in the humid, vapor-filled air. Her dark hair was coiled up, a few damp strands curling softly against her neck.

It’s like he's carved himself into my system without permission, and now I can’t shut it off. “But it’s so interesting,” Agness pipes up, her voice giddy with mischief as she pushes her trolley into the next aisle. Her thick braids bounce with every step. “That feeling that just consumes you. So… how are you planning to avoid, you know—” she smirks and tilts her chin at my belly. “I mean, clearly, you can’t keep pretending you won’t end up in his bed again,” she finishes slyly as Neema pauses at the shelves, plucking up a couple of skincare items.

Aurora snarled, “Pull out the camera on the next block! NOW!” “OK, OK—I said NO PINCHING!!!” He opened the footage captured by the surveillance camera on the next block. They saw the person walking into the frame and stopped by a trash bin. The person started taking down the baseball hat and mask and tossed them into the trash bin. Aurora hit pause and zoomed in. The screen froze on that person’s face. …A beautiful face with an evil grin on those lips. It was Agnes. “…Fuck…” Clemente murmured, utterly shocked.

A tear fell from my eye, I looked at Agnes who was smiling at me, taking my tear as a defeat. "Now that you know. Hecate never loved you... She just used you as a replacement, a replacement of me because I was too stubborn to come back to her. Now that you know the truth, I can take it from here, you're job as REPLACEMENT is done. I guess the real delusional bitch here is you" Agnes said, smirking at me, as she walked past us, towards the kitchen. Eleanor was about to say something to defend me, but I held her back. Not wanting to cause any more problems.

All the Zimmers were so enraged that they were trembling. ‘We asked you to attend the trial, yet here you are sending us three caskets? Not to mention that they are all of such low quality? Who do you even want to place inside anyway?’ Agnes was so angry that she started huffing heavily, her eyes filled with fury. “You… You all are being ridiculous!” She lunged over and kicked on the casket harshly. However, the quality of the wood was just too poor. Agnes managed to break the boards, her entire heel stuck in between.

The girl on the other side of the call, named Maisy, chuckled hard but soon suppressed her laughter. "I don't know, bitch. He came early and was angry when he arrived. And he just asked for you, that is all. Now if you wanna save my ass, better come running." Maisy groaned in irritation and resumed. “Gosh! Only if you could fly here in an instant.” Little did she know that Agnes’ eyes glowed and a lopsided grin appeared exposing her evil deeds upon hearing that. "Ohk, don’t fret. I'm coming." Agnes ended the call, grabbed her bag and hurriedly took the staircase and then summoned a portal which opened in some alley nearby the company. Throughout those few minutes she was thinking about him,