Agnes Gru Novels & Stories

the woman announced as she walked behind him and kissed his neck, she smiled as she looked at us, she stayed leaning near Arimas whilst he played with her hair "I'm Thomas Birch, of the Unitaur coven, and ...." "Wait didn't you say you were from black wolf?" the woman insisted standing up straight now, even Arimas sat up straight. "No, he said we had just come from there, we were only visiting" I corrected "I'm Anastasia, queen of the seven kingdoms" Arimas stood up so fast I thought he might get whiplash, he put his drink down on the table near the sofa and started buttoning his shirt, I wanted to laugh at the sight

"There's the little asshole herself." Elena clucked her tongue. "She can't be that bad." Agnes poked her head out from behind the couch, bared her fangs, and hissed at him. "Look at those green eyes," he murmured. "So much violence hidden in those depths." Elena laughed, then crouched down and held her hand out. "Hey, pretty girl." Agnes gave her a disdainful look and disappeared back behind the couch. Chandler shook his head. "I'm telling you. She's awful."

Agatha begged. "You poor unfortunate soul, you're weak, how dare you beg these filthy peasants!" Agnes spat, she sobered to her feet as she tried casting another barrier spell, but she failed. She was weak. Gidian began heading over towards her, she was trembling in fear, but she stood her ground and crouched, ready to fight to her death. He commended her for that, he hated when his opponents cower. "You'll die today bitch!" Hazel sneered. Agnes' attention now fell on Hazel. She watched the glowing legacy, that she thought she eradicated from the world.

She walked towards the glider on the south end, hoping to meet Lisa and Teressa. "Isn't that Gift?" Agnes asked herself, pausing to observe the lady who had just turned away from her direction. She didn't get a full view of her face, so she couldn't be sure. "It's been so long since I saw her; it's probably someone else," Agnes murmured as she watched the lady walk towards the Parks entrance with an elderly man. When she got to Teressa and Lisa, she noticed the anger on Lisa's face. "What is wrong, my angel? Where's your ice cream?" Agnes asked.

“NO, you absolute whore! He has one sister!” Agnes didn’t miss a beat. She tilted her head like she was mentally filing paperwork at a marriage registry. “Well,” she said thoughtfully, “I don’t mind a little... brunch buffet between the thighs if it comes with a seven-figure settlement.” “AGNES!” I shrieked.

Desperately, Agnes attempted to contact her mother but again the wall of restrained fighters surrounded her. "Mother!" Pale and screaming again, her voice filled with intolerable hysteria, Agnes sank back into the cushions. Xeik’s blades were shining at night and Minerva fainted. The world appeared to come to a halt, the only focus in Agnes’s eyes- her mother falling to the ground. Agnes’s voice rose and cracked out a strangled sound, low-pitched and agonized, cutting through the clamor.

She had wanted to throw up the moment she saw it but managed to force it down and concentrate on the sick person that was about to take another life. Anderson looked back down at Miss. Agnes who had hidden her face with her slightly raised elbow and was grinning at Anderson. It was a provocative grin. Almost as if she was asking what he intended on doing. To Anderson, it looked to him like she was enjoying everything. Like it was all a game to her.

AMANDA's P o V ~~~ "Agnes is a criminal on interpol's blacklist----" I was just about to start going with details when Ms. Nordstorme suddenly cut me off. "Wait. I think you are mistaken. Who in the hell is this Agnes, anyway? I don't know her." At first, I could not understand which part of what I said made her start to lose her temper. But when I heard her next statements, that was when understanding hit me.

Willing him to speak, to explain. John glances to me, then back to the road, then to me again. "Look, Andrea," he begins... "JOHN," Christophe screams as a car smashes into the side of us. My head snaps to the side so quickly I don't get a look at who it is, hitting the window with a crack. The car flips.

One by one, she grabs the pieces from everyone like a wild animla who is protecting its child from the predators and begins to deposit it into the chest. “I said enough!” Agnes says, grabbing Yeri and throwing her to the ground like a piece of paper. Like I said, Agnes is a scary wolf even if she is a middle-aged woman…she is a gamma of the dragon blood heritage after all. Agnes looks up at me on the balcony and I exhale. “Upstairs, both of them…” I say, walking back into the room.