Margo Despicable Me Novels & Stories

"Hello." "Sir !!!our plan has failed ." His forehead began to sweat as he said that. He continuoesly whipped of the sweat by his kerchief. "But we were able to open the tomb successfully." " But... the Mummy is gone we don't know who took it?" A voice was coming from the other side of the call. "You good for nothing!! Why can't you do a job properly?" A furious voice came from the otherside . "Am sorry sir !!" He said with disappointment and whipped of some sweat in his forehead.

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.

I fall and fall and fall and I keep on falling and falling until my back hits the floor but I don’t feel any pain. I wasn’t hurt. I looked around and I knew I was in a different house. The house is simple. All the walls were painted white and there’s no picture frames hanging. Only a big wall clock and I can hear the ticking of it. I can hear the sound of it every time the hands of the wall clock move. I looked around again to find anything but I couldn't find anything. Except for the mini table with a flower at the center. The house is so plain and nothing special. I found a door and I tried to open it but I couldn’t open it. I heard voices talking at the open door at the corner. I went the

She placed her hands over my shoulder, catching me through the mirror. I lifted my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror. I was in a white strapless gown that was hugging me like a second skin. It was showing off every curve of my body. I hate this kind of dress! My jaw flexed as I looked further. My light brown hair styled into soft curls, and scarlet red lipstick stood out against my ivory skin. My freckles had disappeared due to make-up. I looked like a completely different person. The girl who was staring into the mirror was not me!

I sigh and turn to see Onimisi arrive behind Teniola, the director who was screaming at me earlier. The technician, comes and adjusts the miniscule Microphone hanging to my scarf and says very quietly before I can apologise. "Onimisi says to think of a bad memory to bring forth tears far quickly and take it from there." I nod quickly and turn to nod gratefully at Onimisi who is now standing to the side watching the cameraman who is about to start the camera again. "And, Action!"

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s

I need to conquer him and have him eating from my hand. We sat facing each other, “Thank you honoring my invitation.” I gave him a killer cat smile, “Well I figured I might as well give you the chance to make it up, and thanks for the treat today. I really enjoyed swiping your card.” He smiled, “You're welcome, honestly I was disappointed when I saw the debit alert on my account. You didn't even spend up to a hundred thousand dollars, I didn't know you're a modest girl.” His tone dropped with sarcasm.

He didn’t do relationships, and he certainly didn’t keep the same chick hanging on for weeks on end. “Ah, Emma, here you are.” Margo purred with a voice laced in adoration, this girl obviously had his second in command wrapped around her little finger already, which was unusual for Margo. The woman didn’t sway easily. Pushing his phone back into his inner pocket and ignoring the buzz of a reply from T, he inclined his head a little in interest at whoever was obviously winning over his assistant and his body paused.

I love my dog because my life is honestly pretty boring. I’m Margot Morgan, age twenty-five year old with a boring job and a boring life. Broke and ready to fall into the hands of a sugar daddy who would take care of all my student loans and expand my failing nail business.

"Pasensiya na, pero hindi na ako marupok. Marupok with an ed will do. Humanap ka na lang ng iba—'yung kayang-kaya mong paikutin gaya ng ginawa mo sa akin." I am Josefina Erika B. Matienzo, a former Marupok and is now Marupoked.