Margo Despicable Me Novels & Stories

Stupid, idiot, Magnus. ****** Tabby

“Oh, really? Since when?” Margo shrugged with a smirk. “I don’t know. Maybe since the first time I saw him at the main base.” “And how long has that been?” “Around three years?” Margo played with pebbles under her feet, sounding uncertain. She threw another large stone into the river, causing strong ripples. “And I’m upset because he acts like a child towards me.” “What’s his behavior like?” Margo sighed in frustration, looking upwards. “You’ve seen it yourself, right? He pulled my hair and mocked my freckles. I hope he could act more mature.”

Gregg said firmly to his subordinates. "Yes sir! I'll go back to Country Z maybe she hasn't traveled to another place yet. Especially to the Mover City. For a teenager like her, much ideal to seek help from friends or teachers... I'll start from that circle first since in my investigations she doesn't have many friends since she was a bully victim. She's a castaway from then on..." Hanz stop from what he was about to say. "What? Because his father is a member of the most wanted organization in the country L and related to Margola?" Gregg was a bit annoyed with what he was about to say. Margola is the leader and the no. 1 most wanted drug dealer in Country L.

I asked the host, my voice carefully neutral, my chin tilting slightly toward Daged. “Oh, him?” she said, barely glancing over. “That’s Mr. Gorge’s personal assistant. He’s here to inspect the premises before his boss arrives.” I gave a slow, deliberate nod, the pieces clicking into a terrifying new configuration. So, Daged’s new master is Oran Gorge. The man I was sent to dismantle, the man I was sent to kill. I allowed my eyes to meet Daged’s again, though his dark sunglasses revealed nothing. But his posture, straight and utterly still—spoke of a lethal rigidity. He doesn’t know me, I reassured myself, the thought a cold comfort.

Margo cooked like a woman who conquered kingdoms on her days off While liana danced to whatever music was in her head. Slade walked in like a man marching to execution. The second he stepped foot inside, Margo shoved a bowl of fruit into his chest. “Give that to Ariana.” He grimaced like she’d handed him anthrax. “For the love of Mom.....” “Do it!” He obeyed. I almost choked laughing. He placed the bowl in front of me with all the enthusiasm of a hostage. Margo whispered conspiratorially to me, “He used to be sweet. Then puberty turned him into… that.”

“Thanks again.” The waiter nodded and walked away. They talked about the last hurricane that hit south Florida that summer as they ate their salad. The waiter with the cart came back and cleared their dirty plates. “So, Margo, what do you do for a living?” Alec asked. “I’m an independent computer programmer,” Margo answered. “Oh,” he said with surprise. “It sounds exciting, but it’s not. I’ve tried to get her into something less boring, but she won’t listen to me,” Bobbi joked.