Despicable Me 2 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.”

"P-please, don't call me crazy." "I would never!" Reiss adjusted in his seat. "Tell me everything, and we'll find our way out of it." I gasped and sighed. Who knew breathing would be so hard? I continued with my stupid, shaky voice. I didn't want to cry! I didn't want to cry! "I'm having these dreams where I'm someone else— Minerva. The woman he mistakes me for, and he- he is still Damian. And there's another woman, and I think that the woman is Abby— Abby in another person, just like me!" I failed. I broke down and tugged at my hair. "This is so hard to explain! I can't—"

Shit, I wasn't going to kill the members, I would only ask them nicely to join me or face the consequences. ' alpha we have a problem.' Miles said and I groaned in frustration because I couldn't believe these idiots couldn't do a simple job without involving me. I got up and made my way down to the dungeons, thinking of how I was going to punish them for disturbing me. When I got there my eyes became wide at the sight before me. Miles and Damian were trying to calm the boy down who was shaking like a leaf. Oh gosh that smell, his scent is...no it couldn't be... ' took you long enough.' Max said, before disappearing once more. So he's my mate, what made him so sure that I even give a fuck abo

"Absolutely brilliant." "And the best part?" I said, my lips trailing down her neck. "Damien will have no idea it's connected to you or me. He'll think Karma is catching up to him." Her laughter filled the room as she pushed me back against the couch, straddling me with newfound energy. "You really are the puppet master, aren't you?" she said, her eyes gleaming with admiration and desire. "I am," I agreed, my hands gripping her hips as she lowered herself onto me. "And you, my dear Micah, are my favorite puppet."

“There’s a bed for that, you know. A big, soft, comfortable bed. Not here. Not like this. And after what happened the last time—” Damian raised an eyebrow. “Ah. So we’re still living in the past?” “I’m living in reality, Damian,” I shot back, my voice sharp. “Reality, where we nearly broke the headboard and I had to walk funny for two days.” He laughed then—an actual laugh, full-throated and warm—and damn it, I hated how my stomach fluttered when he did that. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his dimples betrayed the wolf underneath who liked to charm his way out of anything.

Giving no reaction or response, he kicked my swollen, numb legs, hoping it would force a scream out of me but, I held on to my resolve to preserve the little strength I had left for as long as it could carry. “Seems like you're really worn out”, his eyes flashed with disappointment. “But here's your chance to save yourself. One, I f*** the s*** out of you, and take you to a more beautiful cage after, with a full table”. His excited voice made my heart tremble unconsciously. Just how despicable could he be?

Heavy, low-hanging balls the size of plums swung beneath, covered in tight black curls. He spat once on his palm, slicked the monster, and stepped between my spread legs. “Look at this greedy little pink hole winking at me. Been dreaming about it stretching around my curve, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I whimpered. “Please, Darius—wreck it.”

As I envisioned a life after being here with Desmier, confident that I would remain unharmed since I had been all this time, I despised having to leave at all. Being near Desmier felt right. Hearing Margie assume I'd be another woman to fit in with Alisa and Lara sounded perfect. I wished, from the depths of my heart, that things could be different. Just like I couldn't regret Dominic raping me because it gave me Emily, I refused to hold a grudge against Desmier for capturing me and holding me hostage here. Without his doing that, I never would have had a chance to know that bliss of him fucking me hard. I never would have had an opportunity to slightly get to know him—enough that I missed h

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.