Despicable Me Gru's Mom Novels & Stories

"Craig, I appreciate you were trying to do the right thing, but I just made it so you don't have to worry. So do me a favor and stop being nervous and start treating me the way you've been dreaming about." She slowly ran her tongue across her lips. "Like a slutty little cock tease that you're finally going to get a piece of." "Mom, can I see..." "Don't ask." She pointed to him. "I'm a dirty fucking whore who just gave her son a hand job. Let's hear all the nasty things my pictures made you think of doing." "Stop teasing and show me your fûcking tits." Craig spoke in a rush before he lost his nerve. "Yes sir." Mom whispered, flashing him a quick pout. She let the curtain go and cupping her ba

Only when they bent her over the dining table, her face pressed into the elegant wood, only when they stripped away the back of her flimsy robe, had she settled. Coughing, she twirled her head to peer over at her supposed mother. The Mother Sorceress, a woman known to feast on the still-beating organ during the trances and incantations used in her never-ending pursuit of youth. "Don’t do this, mother," Grace begged. "I mean no offense." The mother sorceress raised one of her many chins, the ones beneath it jiggling. "And yet, it was a crime that you gave. You dare ignore my order?"

Grace, a pillar of strength despite her physical frailty, exuded a sense of resilience and determination in the face of adversity. "How dare you utter such disrespectful words about your own father?" Grace admonished, her voice resonating with a mix of authority and concern, as she made her way into the room with measured steps. Behind her, Susan, Giovanni's stepmother, followed silently, her presence serving as a testament to the unity and support within the family, even in the midst of turmoil.

Getting ready to split and slide away. Fuckin’ hell, he’d rather be scratching himself to shreds in hobo rehab under a fuckin’ bridge than do this. Knockin’ his head against concrete as his body freaked the fuck out. Crappin’ his pants and shooting puke out his nose. Anything but this fuckin’ Eidolon trip. “Mom.” She wasn’t yet bone. She could still keep dinner down. Still had teeth. Her arms had track marks, but no red scabs. Nothing was cracking or falling apart or leaking out like a fuckin’ creek or something. All white and yellow and green and gross.

I argue, but the hologram of mom raises her hand. “You are my daughter, the granddaughter of Ethel Verde, and the great, great-granddaughter of Estelle. You will be a great witch. Believe in yourself because I believe in you.” “I know you, believe me, mom, but I--” “I have little time left. Your powers have always been within you. Call them, and they shall awaken.” “How can I call them?” The image glitches. “Come back to me, Elina,” she says before she suddenly disappears “Mom? Mom, tell me how to—” Before I can finish, I open my eyes, and I’m back in the room with the woman mom calls Minerva as if no time has passed.

Also, whose 'Mom' and 'Dad'—" Before I could finish my question, I caught the look on the couple’s face. Their eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions. Then, the woman suddenly rushed toward me, as though driven by some frantic impulse. "I’m your mom! We were wrong, we know it. Please don’t deny me. Don’t you remember me, your mother?" I watched her frantic behavior with an ache in my heart. It seemed like a grieving mother who had lost her child. But even so, she shouldn’t just randomly claim to be my mother. I quickly stepped back and hid behind Miriam. "Are they out of their minds? I told you not to let strangers in. What if they go crazy and start attacking people?" I whispered u

"When she wakes up, she turns into a dragon." Max let out a small laugh. "You mean, Mommy's grumpy, daddy?" "No," Pascha sighed dramatically, "it's worse. Mommy is a perfectionist. She can nag longer than you can talk about Transformers." Max snorted. "I never stop talking about Transformers." "Exactly." I wanted to glare and say that I could hear them, but my eyes felt too comfortable to open. "Daddy, have you ever seen Mommy get really mad?" "Hmm... a lot." He replied.

His stomach dropped. No. It couldn’t be. He minimized the video and pulled up the live tab. ASlimySlut was still online, doing a quick “thank you” stream. She was in the same position, same room lighting, same bedspread he’d seen a thousand times walking past her door. The voice changer was good, but when she laughed softly at a tip notification, something in the cadence hit him like a truck. It was Grace. His stepmom! The woman who made him breakfast and asked about his classes was the same woman begging strangers to breed her sloppy cunt.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

I grabbed a nude purse from my closet placing my lipgloss, a peppermint, some cash, three bubble gum which I usually carry and I was done. I came out of the closet and I heard gasps coming from the people in the room. "Wow mommy you look beautiful". Emma was the first to speak. "Oh my world, Liz we did a great job making your momma look good. Anna said with her eyes wide. "Yes, we did. We make a great team don't you think?." Liz said doing the fist bump with her aunt. l looked at Damien. " Mom you look gorgeous, Alex doesn't even know what he's gotten himself into". He said proudly.