Agnes Doll From Despicable Me Novels & Stories

A flicker of memory flashed violently. Agnes’s cold smile. Joy’s mocking laugh. A man standing behind them, watching as though Bella were nothing more than a broken toy. Her head throbbed. Agnes turned slowly, eyes locking onto Bella with predatory delight. “Well,” Agnes drawled, smoothing her sleek ponytail. “Look what wandered out of her cage.” Bella took a step back. Agnes approached unhurriedly, chewing her gum with deliberate insolence. Her Alpha aura pressed down hard, suffocating. Bella’s knees weakened before she could stop it.

I was led to a room with a doctor’s examination table. “My name is Agnes,” she said, smiling. “Fiora will be with you shortly.” “Excuse me, what am I doing here?” I asked, puzzled. “A wax, of course,” Agnes said. “I just shaved my legs, I don’t need a wax,” I stated. “Oh, sweetie. It’s for your…” Agnes said, pointing to my crotch. “What?” I exclaimed. “I didn’t agree to that.” “Listen, you don’t say no to Capo DeMarco, Isabella,” Agnes stated. “You don’t want to get on his bad side. Trust me.” Agnes pulled up her shirt and showed me her stomach.

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.

Agnes had been very busy dealing with this matter and lost a lot of weight in the past two months. However, these people seemed to have made up their minds to take Agnes down and swallow Gopher Delivery Services. “Mr. Grey, please stay and we can discuss further. However, your price of 500 million is too high. I’m afraid we can’t agree to it.” Agnes rushed out at this time. Wearing a white shirt, a pale pink skirt, and a pair of black high heels with her hair in a ponytail, she looked very capable and intellectual.

she held the knife in her hand and let out a smirk. When Brahms made all the arrangements, he informed the witch. "Alright. Its time..." Agnes announced after an hour. The dress that had hung so limply on the svelte mannequin, Agnes was staring at it then stripped off after a second and changed into it. It was in... red colour, the long net maxi along with the black corset and cape sleeves. Agnes got ready as she applied dark maroon lipstick and walked out of the room, looking a complete witch.

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.

“The maid she mingles with. She goes by the name Sora. Get her for me and be fast about it.” Before I could give another order, Darius turned and was gone from my sight. The door shut and I hit my hand on the dressing table, realizing the cooler the head of the maids gave to her was one she would eat from when she ran out of the pack. Lady Agnes needed to be questioned. If there was something I should know, it would be why she gave a cooler of food to the woman who should eat from a normal plate like everyone else. “Guards!”

Agnes, as I dreaded, was in when I walked through the front doors. Her sleepy eyes roved over my form. I'd tried to brush up myself as well as I could before I left the club to not look suspicious, but knowing Agnes, she'd pick up on the tiniest details. "Those earrings aren't yours, they're too expensive." She stretched, bones popped, her eyes never left mine. "Gee, thanks for highlighting my poor status in so many ways," I said, sarcastic; hoping she'd drop the matter. But knowing Agnes...

Joyce snorted. “maybe he doesn't want you to know about it”. she shrugged. “moreover, there's nothing wrong with it”. “do you have a picture of him. ？” “yeah”. Agnes unlocked her phone, strolling through her galaxy. “here it is”. she handed the phone to Mrs Joyce. “Oh my gosh he's so cute. he has your hair”. Joyce raise her head and her eyes meet the amazed eyes of Agnes. “and your face structure”.

Shantel muttered. "Good girl," Agnes said, patting Shantel's head. Agnes turned back and summoned a potion and it appeared solely on her palm. She smiled and faced Shantel. "Have it." Agnes stretched it and Shantel didn't waste time collecting it. "What is this for?" "Just a drop of this into his drink." "Is this a love potion or something?" Shantel asked, inspecting it. "You don't need to know what is inside, my dear. You need to do as I say so you can get him on your bed and make that stupid girl jealous." Agnes said.