Despicable Me Gru's Mom Novels & Stories

“Amber is my wife, Mom. She’s a good woman and a great mom. If I could bring her here… If you could meet her…” “M-meet her?” Mom went from very pale to deep red in the face in a flash. “That vile seductress tried to snare you from the start! She only wants your money! Your power! What were you thinking? How could you pick that little bitch.” My eyes went wide, hearing my mom talk about Amber that way. Just as I opened my mouth to counter her words, an alarm in the room sounded. Mom’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to spasm.

" After graduating, David couldn't find a job. He spent two years at home playing video games and only started working at a game company last year. He was left speechless by my words. Just then, Mom walked over. "Mom! Did you hear what she said to me? Why does she have to talk like that?" David complained. Mom had always prided herself on being fair, never favoring one child over the other. Just as I assumed this time would be no different, I heard a voice I knew all too well.

Beaming, Mom nodded again and again. But the second they left, her expression darkened. "Natalie Jones! Your grades don't measure up to hers, and your manners are no better! You see someone, and you can't even say hello?" "I didn't know who she was. You never introduced her to me…" I explained quietly. "Now you're talking back to me?" Her shrill voice made my ears ring. "I carried you for nine months and gave birth to you just for this?" I didn't know what else to say, so I just stared off into the distance.

As we got closer to my mother’s grave, a sob broke the silence. “Please… I am sorry…” The voice was filled with pain. I stopped immediately and exchanged an awkward glance with Rosie. Who could be at my mother’s grave at this hour? I inched closer, careful with my steps. An elderly woman with white hair was kneeling in front of the grave, her hands folded together in a pleading manner. She looked frail, her shoulders shaking as she cried. “I never wanted to harm you. They made me do it. Please forgive me,” she cried even harder. My confusion grew. Did she miss the wrong grave?

I grabbed my bag and walked out. The mansion was quiet. Staff had gone home. Marcus and his mother were still in the study, probably still planning my disposal. I called a cab from the driveway and ran to it before anyone of the security could notice. Well, waddled. Seven months pregnant didn't allow for running. I sank into the seat immediately, the door closed, the grief finally settling in. It was real. This wasn't a nightmare. The tears flowed more hurriedly now, soaking my top as I bit my lip not to sob out loud.

"Energy levels are at one hundred and twelve percent of structural capacity. If the excision continues, the Fringe will be erased." The Great Mother stood across the room, her shadow form flickering as the lighthouse beam began to strip away her layers of magic. She looked smaller now, a cornered animal realizing the trap was about to collapse on everyone. "Do it then, Healer!" she shrieked. "Burn the world! Show them the monster your grandmother truly built!" "Mommy, please," Leo said, reaching for my other hand. "We have them. We have the pictures." I looked at him, my head tilting in that rhythmic, mechanical way. "The term Mommy is an emotional identifier with no associated data in my cu

Then I remembered his mom's date. "Who's this?" I heard the high-pitched voice ask in slight confusion. "Mom, this is Jace. Remember him?" Maxxie whispered. I looked up and gave a small smile to Ms. Gray. She gave me another smile back, but it was all wrong. It wasn't motherly or anything. Her makeup was smudged and her eyes were puffy. Her eyes kept darting all over the place and her smile was rubbery. It was obvious she and her boy toy were drunk.

Could someone explain to her what supernatural things were happening here? "Mother..." Mei Grayson slid to the ground, completely exhausted, along the door frame. She didn't know what to say now; she could only sob uncontrollably, filled with pain and resentment. Her current appearance was a pitiful sight, no longer resembling her former self. All her pride and dignity had turned to ashes. Standing before her mother, she wanted to be stronger, but it was too difficult. She simply couldn't.

"You think the people in the mud will just sit by while you turn their homes into batteries for your luxury?" One of the Council members stood up, the light around them flickering. As they moved, the liquid silver mask shifted, revealing a glimpse of a face I knew better than my own. It was my mother, Elena. But the woman who had once brushed my hair was gone. She was a hollowed-out mouthpiece, her eyes glowing with a cold, robotic blue that suggested she was more machine than mother.

Grant grinned, apparently having decided that Mat was ok with him. “Grant! How many times have I told you not to pester poor Cedric?” A young woman, looking to be in her mid twenties came up to the group, scolding Grant as she was within reach of him. While Grant had dark hair, this woman had golden blonde hair. However the pair both had the same eyes, a brown so light it was almost an amber. She must be his mother. “But Mama, I wasn’t pwestering him. Wight Ceddy?” Grant looked at me to help him out here.