Agnes Gru Novels & Stories

Between getting us both dressed, feeding Penelope and packing her things for the day ahead, I had already worked up a sweat. I was late for work!! I looked down at my silver watch, that my Mom had gifted me for my birthday."No, I'm extremely late for work! Let's go, Penelope."I picked Penelope up in my arms, with two bags over my shoulder and I left my house in a hurry. My day didn't get any better from there. Work was more hectic than usual and Carmen came down with a stomach flu overnight, so I had to ask my Mom to take care of Penelope again while I was overseeing the anniversary party at work.

My emotions got the better of me at her funeral and the next thing I knew the worst storm in history hit Salem. Still to this day, I can't seem to control or harness it properly because of my emotions. So I always have to keep a check on them or the next thing I know, a resident of Salem will be flying past my window. True story! I don't think my neighbor Mr. Peterson has ever recovered mentally. I'm sure for a moment he thought he'd developed the ability to fly until he ended up face-planting our other neighbor Mrs. Percy's rose bush - ouch!

to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil

Her tone is sweet, but her eyes mock her. Rhea’s face darkens, a muscle twitching in her jaw. “No need, I’m fine. It’s just the weather.” “The weather looks fine to me,” Ursula teasingly adds, shaking her head dramatically. Agnes snorts contemptuously, muttering just loud enough to be heard, “She’s just a pained Sissy.” I shoot her a warning glance, but she merely shrugs. I can tell from her expression that her intuition is screaming, “I should be extra cautious about Rhea.”

“If I hear you mention the word ghost again, I'll cut out your tongues. Get out.” With one order from Agnes, the two maids immediately fled in fear. Agnes took a deep breath, turned around and faced me. “Madam Calista, I hope you also remember not to discuss such topics in the mansion.” “Then, how did Ragnar’s fifth mate die?” I asked, and was met with Agnes’ cold, warning gaze that made me gasp. I thought Agnes would leave, but instead she asked, in a cold voice, “Do you really want to know, Madam Calista?”

Across the city, while Kathalina slept peacefully in Thirdie’s arms, someone else was wide awake. Agnes barely slept at all. She sat on her bed in the dark, eyes glued to her phone screen, refreshing social media again and again. Her heart pounded with fear and jealousy. Every new post made her fingers tremble. “Let’s see if she can face the world head high,” she muttered under her breath. “She will be ruined again.” She picked up her phone and called the one person she trusted for her dirty work, Gretchen Young, her longtime friend who worked in media.

How could anyone be capable of such a cruel thing? Ridiculous as it seemed, Aurora’s head had begun to connect the dots. Agnes was the only one who had a cure when Elder Randy was done. Clemente told her that Agnes wanted to be with Westin…She could never achieve that with her own mate still in the picture… And Agnes said something to her in the hidden room. She said, You, my mighty Gamma, have a bad habit of underestimating people…Oh I know the sweet feeling of killing…

It was Agnes, her message brief and efficient as always. **Agnes:** *On my way to the office. Let’s go over the game plan one more time before the meeting.* Anderson typed a quick response, setting his phone aside as he leaned back in his chair. He appreciated Agnes’s thoroughness—her attention to detail had been a crucial asset in preparing for this deal. But something about her intensity, her relentless drive, left him feeling slightly off-balance. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was a nagging sense that Agnes was holding something back, something he couldn’t see.

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

Probably staring at the sky,a place he would never go. Even in death he was still mad at me, I spent half of my life trying to please him till I turned fourteen. That's when I met Gwen, She inspired me. I saw her yelling at the apples on the orchard cause they won't fall off. I was thrilled and amused . Dycan had set standard for girls, yelling at the apples was not so ladylike, but Gwen didn't care. She never cared about what anyone thought, she never lived her life for anyone. Non regardless of the fact that she was an omega wol