Despicable Me 2 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My pulse quickened, and a low growl escaped my lips, barely audible under my breath. Glancing around the room, I made sure that no one noticed my sudden distraction, and with a shaky exhale, I hastily composed a response, my fingers flying over the keyboard ME You’re a desperate little whore, aren’t you? Wanting to live out your filthy fantasies with a complete stranger who knows you, who can easily blackmail you. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into and you must be out of your fucking mind if you think I’m going to indulge your filthy fantasies.

I asked peering at him, he scrunched up his nose in what seems like boredom. " You will gain the power to possess someone, and you could even possess your body. " ____ I stared at the boys sleeping peacefully, one was sitting on the bed with his legs down on his friends head the other one was lying face down on the floor while his friend was using him as footmat. Damian's grandpa asked me to go back to the boys again and here I am sat in one room with two hot guy's, that can't see me, they don't even know if I exists.

I let each moment linger, each breath draw out, each micro-hesitation become a silent dance where I am the absolute mistress and he the willing prisoner. The vertigo is complete. The fire I have kindled between us burns intensely, hypnotic, irresistible. Each moment spent in this invisible choreography anchors his attachment, his fascination, his desire ever deeper. I smile, triumphant, patient, knowing that each return will only strengthen our invisible, hypnotic bond, and that Gabriel will never be able to free himself from this dance. ---

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

raised my head and nodded in affirmation, “You know ever since I lost Emilia it's not been easy for me, and after I left the orphanage, I came to my father's house to continue with another terrible experience,” He said, I gazed at him in pity and shock, “What do you mean?” I asked, sitting up in curiosity. “My step mother,” He said, shifting his gaze to the paintings behind his desk, hung on the wall. “She was a demon, her and my step sisters.” He said, anger slipped through his words, his expression read pain. “She dealt with you like the nuns?” I said, my heart melted, I felt his pain, uncontrollably, tears welled up in my eyes, He tore out the soft tissue paper and handed them over to me

“You kept me up all night. I was worried about you.” Miya just chuckled. “You're doing a useless job, Desi.” “I've prepared warm water for you. Rose fragrance this time? Do you like it?” “Um... I guess that's fine. Can I get some breakfast first? I'm hungry,” Miya complained shamelessly. But as it seemed, the day that was beginning to feel peaceful was disturbed again. Victor stumbled closer to Damian. He whispered something, making Damian's face, which had once looked human, look cold again and lose its warmth.

Moreover, the Dicken of this dimension understood nothing, and yet was here to make a mess of things anyway. I shook my head and said nothing, because I really had no idea how I should explain the connection between us. If I could, I would have given him a beating for the Dicken of the other dimension—not even he tried to conquer me with such wildness! If I hadn’t been that Dicken’s progeny and gained an improved physique, he literally would have fucked me to death!

“Egocentric bastard.” “I don't mind stealing a hundred documents if it helps you get what you want.” “I'm sorry I put you through that. It won't happen again.” He stretched out his legs, then lifted me and placed me on his lap. I felt the warmth of him against my bare ass. My legs spread around his waist, his groin pressed against my core. I threw my arms around his shoulders. “I don't mind. I'd gladly do it again.” “I know you would. But I won't put you through that anymore. That's not who you are.”

It didn't end well for him as the story progressed. The Pink Devil- The Pink Devil is one of the main antagonist of this story. She is the evil version of Jennifer. She could possess Jennifer at anytime she feels like it and follows her wherever she goes. The Pink Devil is in her mirror, nightmares, when she has Sleep Paralysis, and does what Jennifer is afraid to do. She loves sex and BDSM; she only punishes men who treat women wrong. But it's revealed that The Pink Devil is a personification of Jennifer's father, who was abusive and tormented her. Anytime she thinks about her father, The Pink Devil appears.

Maria exclaims. “I know. Believe it or not, that’s not the worst of it at the moment,” I tell them. “While it’s horrible that my parents have been murdered, likely over my mother’s ring, Sebastian’s cousin, Desmond, believes that Wilks’s daughter, Mimosa, is something she’s not. He thinks that they are in love, and he’s gone to Wilks’s house to be with her.” Sebastian picks up where I left off. “Dez was completely sucked in by her and made to think they were in love. I have no idea what it is that she wants with him, but it can’t be good.”