Despicable Me 2 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I needed to change that rule. "You're manipulating me," Damian growled, his canines sharp and glistening with saliva. I shuddered, imagining what they'd feel like on my neck. It worsened the ache between my legs. "Then are you manipulated?" I smirked, darkening the hunger in his eyes. That was an answer, making me laugh at his face. "I'll take you there, but on my terms," He growled, and that shut me up quickly.

I smirk at him. Deimos reaches for my body, but I slip just out of his reach. Deimos growls playfully, and he pushes himself out of his chair. I squeal and run toward the door of his office. Deimos’s fingers swipe against my hips, and I narrowly dodge his grasp. Putting the chair in between us, I try to use it as a shield. Deimos raises an eyebrow at me before tossing the chair across the room.

Chapter 4: Descent into Darkness The days after that first time on the desk blurred into something I no longer recognized. Damien stopped pretending there was any real separation between his writing and what we did together. I was no longer just Elena the assistant. I had become the woman from his pages, living and breathing inside his dark stories.

"I've been trying to be awful!" "Yes, and somehow that just made you quirkier," the angel said, now scrolling with increasing disbelief. "You're not the villain anymore." Deja peeked over the pillow. "Please tell me someone hates me." "Oh, don't worry. Dominique loathes you," the angel said with a devilish grin, flipping the tablet around. "Affection meter: negative two hundred percent. Honestly impressive. She's planning your downfall like it's a limited-edition release."

demon:- I am glad you help me, I love you. robot:- baka demon. name:- maybe she falls in love with you. demon:- she going to broke me. NAMI:- you are breaking her heart. demon:- don't joke, wait I am healed. the demon was completely fine and reached the hotel. name:- what made you like this, you save me from me and you win the impossible game.

I made my way to my space, my mind reeling with thoughts of Angus and Mikael. As I sat down, I couldn't shake off the feeling of disgust and fear that had settled in my stomach. Mikael's suggestion that Angus had shared women with him before had left me feeling sick. The thought of being intimate with him was unbearable. I knew I had no control over my fate, and the possibility of being forced into such a situation was terrifying.

I was so mad, I was physically vibrating with my loathing towards him. This little mouse had spent months hiding in the shadows, dissecting my life, stealing my mannerisms and my dress sense and the way I acted, all to graft them onto some “beast” version of Damian in his filthy little stories. He’d turned me into a blueprint for his fantasies about another man, then used my body to fulfil those fantasies. And then he had the nerve to ask if I was into guys? “I just wanted to see how far you'd go!” I spat, my voice bouncing off the narrow walls. “I'm nothing like you and I'll never be!”

' My breath hitched. So that’s why these images were so vivid. They weren’t mine. They were his. And yet… I found myself secretly enjoying them. The door suddenly opened. Damien stepped inside. I looked up at him and blurted out, "Can you please stop?" He frowned. “Stop what? I didn’t do anything.” I crossed my arms. “Your dirty little thoughts—it’s like they’re playing in my own head.” I giggled. “It’s entertaining… but also really annoying.”

“It’s a silly toy, Grace. I have spent more than a month in a prison cell, of course, I would pick something up. Goddess, you are much more naive than I thought.” Sebastian rushes to me within a speed of light. “Don’t you dare disrespect my mate, Minerva.” I lean away from his face, “Don’t worry, I won’t do that. I have a hard time dealing with your stench. I don’t want any more of that. Could you maybe shift back a little?” At my words, he does the opposite and I find a way to go around him. “Oh, I wish I had a very caring mate like you. I gotta find one of those.”