Agnes Gru Novels & Stories

Agnes pulled up her shirt and showed me her stomach. Is that stab wounds? “Agnes,” I gasped. “What happened?” Agnes walked closer to me. She whispered, “I said no. Do what he says, Isabella. He is pure evil.” She lowered her shirt and walked out of the room, shutting the door.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

She liked to read thriller novels and preferred romantic movies where she always cried at the end. She had light blue eyes with dark brown hair, and a smile for every person she encountered. She believed that the world was filled with people only trying to survive and that they were generally good. Her real name though was Charlotte Douglas and she had moved around quite a few times from Elko, Nevada before settling in Epworth almost five years ago. She had changed her name and worked at the diner for four years before buying it from Mr. Carlson who finally decided to retire at the age of seventy.

someone supplies from the far end of the table at top volume. Agnes’ thin lips screw into a scowl. I can’t fault her confusion. My father hasn’t acknowledged me since my dam died. He bailed when she caught the wasting sickness, and then he just stayed gone. “No, I’m sure her name is Fluffa.” Agnes isn’t giving up. “The others just call her that. Her name’s Flora Ritchie.” Brenda goes back to ladling macaroni salad into an empty whipped cream tub, the issue settled.

Agnes asks, then she walks much closer to me. I rolled my eyes, fucking gold digger. "Why are you looking for her?? Is it because Mr. Robins dumped you for someone else, who is younger and more beautiful than you." I said, insulting her. She glared at me, then she composes herself. "Where is Hecate, Amelia??!! I wanna see my wife!" Agnes exclaimed. "EX-WIFE!! Agnes, Ex-wife! I was there when you and Hecate signed the divorce papers."

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,

His body shook with rage as growls still rumbled from his chest, but he didn’t move another inch. Just like that. One word, and the unstoppable beast obeyed. My blood turned to ice. Agnes released a long, satisfied sigh, tilting her head back slightly. “Oh my goodness. How good it feels to be back in the land of the living. You have no idea how cramped it is on the other side. No room to stretch, no fresh air, no entertainment.” She smiled, and it was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen. “I’ve missed this.”

"Who are you?" Alexandra asked in confusion.Except her everyone knew who she was.No doubt the woman standing in a proper maxi gown was beyond beautiful.The long black hair reached down to her lower back, almond-shaped hazel eyes shined under the yellow lights.Her lips small but pouty, red lipstick carefully enhanced the look of her face.Other than the evil facial expressions she didn't look a witch to either of them."This is the girl," Azazel whispered to her from behind.Agnes stared at her, up and down.A ghost of a smirk touched the corner of her lips.Of course, she had some plans for the human girl."Allow me to introduce myself," she smirked, showing curtsy introducing herself."Agnes is th

Lucille responded. "Wow, she looks so young just like me. Big bro went for a small…" "Don't you dare say any of your vague words!" Lucille shut her mouth and Agnes laughed. She went to meet Clara and grabbed her hand to shake it. "Hello. I am Agnes, the aged mother's granddaughter." "Oh, nice to meet you, Agnes. I am Clara." "Wow, even your name is so cool," Agnes said joyfully. Clara imagined thousands of stars coming out of Agnes with the way she was staring at her.

Agnes was an important person to her, someone who had helped Nina escape from a cruel fate. Agnes stood at the door in an all black outfit. In her hand was a fruit basket. She had a light but strained smile on her face. Her gaze seemed gentle as always but Nina seemed to notice a different glint in those eyes. There was something different about it but Nina could not put her hand on what it might be. Her face was a bit rosy and she seemed healthy and all but Nina could see through this as well. There was something terribly wrong with Agnes, Nina noticed how much slender she had actually gotten. Her clothes seemed to give the illusion of someone who was fit but Nina could see how Agnes’s clot