Addams Morticia Novels & Stories

Dylan walked through the door getting into a large room. In the room where he had entered was Mortitia, four ladies, Alice and Meggy herself. The door was closed and Morticia turned to see who was entering. "Oh... Dylan!" Dylan nodded. "You really arrived at a good time... We haven't started to do anything yet. I was here thinking about what kind of dress we can make..." said Mortícia. Morticia began to walk around Meggy, looking her up and down as if she were doing some sort of inspection.

How could Morticia, a witch not know this fact about her so-called good friend? "I haven't told anyone else,'' she said "Nice. I'm only trying to help keep you safe. And let it stay that way. Now. How did this happen? I mean you being the winged creature?" Morticia asked. Mila sighed and recounted everything from the time she walked into Adrian's room and how she transformed. Morticia listened attentively and nodded at intervals. She looked so engrossed in listening that she almost stood up. "So now you're saying Alpha Adrian knows?" Morticia asked.

She looked at me and I shook my head and closed my eyes. Until the crying, begging and the screaming stopped. I looked at them and I saw the girl with her shorts down and her shirt up no longer moving. Her eyes are open and still facing me. She is dead. They killed her and it is just nothing to them. POOR GIRL.

Easily the size of my whole house in Wisconsin. Sconces on the walls emit a soft glow, and flames dance in a fireplace that’s so tall I could stand up in it. Oil paintings of stuffy old people line the walls, and a staircase winds up to the second floor. Hallways branch off to the left and the right, muffled voices floating down one of them. “My name is Madame Aldine. I trust your journey here was without incident.” She folds her hands together in front of her and a golden brooch shines at the base of her throat. “It is imperative that you get sufficient rest tonight as tomorrow you will be facing The Selection.”

I stared at the maiden dancing in the snow with the male. “It isn’t for me then?” she said with a pout. “Nope.” “Why?” she asked. “Aww... It’s so cute, look at that.” I swayed it out of her hands, every time she reached for it. “Whatever,” she said, making me chuckle faintly. For an instant, I forgot that I was sad. That was one of Morticia’s effects. When she was around, she had a way of making you forget your troubles.

"Morticia and Gomez?" "Yes," I said firmly, moving to sit on the coffee table directly in front of him so he had no choice but to pay attention. "You know, The Addams Family? Iconic power couple. Morbidly romantic. Completely devoted to each other in the most deliciously dark way. That's the kind of energy I want this year." Lucas chuckled, shaking his head with that fond exasperation I'd come to recognize. "You just want an excuse to wear a dress with a slit up to your thigh and torture me all night."