Fester Addams Coat Novels & Stories

Damien threw distrustful glances at Ada’s woolen forest green coat again. They were in his car on the way to meeting the other Alphas. The coat covered her from shoulders to calves only showing nude high-heeled shoes with metal pyramid spikes on the crisscrossed straps. She had come out of the bedroom wearing the coat not letting him see what she wore underneath. “Uncle Aram thinks we should wait with marking each other,” she said looking straight ahead. He didn’t answer. His dark aura swirled in the car even though she could tell he was trying to reign it in.

He loved being able to think of it as theirs. “Well, how does this look?” Ash asked, holding his arms out to showcase the outfit he had picked out to wear to birthday party that night. Adom checked out his Omega. He loved Ash, but Ash fashion sense was, well, rather lacking if Adom were putting it nicely. Ash had chosen one of his nicer pairs of black jeans and paired it with a plain grey V-neck t-shirt. He was wearing his usual combat boots. He didn’t look bad, by any means, but he also didn’t look as ravishing as Adom would have preferred.

“You know that?” “So, I’ve heard,” Addy said, chuckling as she went to her closet to search for an outfit. She grabbed a pink halter top and gray jeans, then headed to the bathroom to wash up. The roommates met in the living room, and Brooklyn grinned at Shea’s tank top paired with a floral handkerchief-edged skirt. “Even when you’re tired, you still have to look gorgeous,” she said. “You’re not looking half bad yourself,” Shea told her, eyeing Brooklyn’s white tank top and striped jeans.

Satisfied with my outfit, I went to work on my hair. I wanted somewhat of a "goth" look. So I went with the Wednesday Addams hairstyle. Two braided ponytails that hung on either side of my head. Too bad my hair wasn't black. But I did find a black leather choker that I put on. It looked decidedly sexy.

The final selection between me and one other candidate is only three days away. …~... Today, we are at the mall. Adrian pushes the cart with Sophie inside. “Daddy, that. Please, please.” “Anything for my princess,” Adrian says, picking up the stuffed toy she points at. “Thank you, thank you. It’s the best! Black Cat will like to cuddle him.” I shake my head with a small smile. Adrian is dressed in a tailored dark wool coat that fits him perfectly. Underneath is a soft knitted sweater, the collar peeking at his neck. Dark jeans and leather boots complete his look. A leather watch wraps his wrist, and his scarf is loosely draped.

He said as he looked back at her. She took her time to stare at Dominic James Adams. How he was so different from the first time she saw him at the Halloween party. He was wearing this cape, and was sporting an eyeliner as well as teeth extenders as fangs. Now that he's not wearing any of costume, he really looks like a model from afar and looks even more handsome from up-close. Lissa gulped hard against her drying throat. Thinking that maybe she's also getting a bit hungry and thirsty. "Co---coming!" She replied her voice cracked and she stuttered. Something that only happens where she feels weird on the stomach.

Adamo’s POV Adamo had always been a man of control. His life was built on precision, on calculated risks that yielded high rewards. But tonight? Tonight was different. Tonight, he was willingly throwing himself into the unknown, into her. Dressed in a sleek charcoal Tom Ford suit, accented by a burgundy shirt that matched the color Sade had chosen for the evening, he adjusted his tie in the mirror, making sure everything was perfect. He was a man who always paid attention to detail, and tonight, every detail mattered. The cologne, Tom Ford Noir, which was a deliberate choice, subtle yet commanding. The fresh cut, the neatly groomed beard, the confidence in his stance, it all led to this mome

Her cream tailored coat billowed behind her like a royal cape, her posture straight and line-perfect. Adrian stood up immediately, his towering six-foot-four frame casting a long, dark shadow over the ruins of the Sterling table. He didn't spare a single glance back at the people he had just destroyed. He took two long, powerful strides to catch up to her, his large hand coming down to rest securely on the back of her waist. His touch was an unbreakable promise of absolute protection, an intense, physical heat that anchored her to his side.

I snapped, finally turning to face him. The sight of him almost broke the fragile armor I had spent the last hour building, but I gripped the edges of my hood and held on. Adrian looked like a man who had already died and simply forgotten to stop walking. His bespoke tuxedo from the gala was gone, replaced by a dark, heavy coat that was plastered to his broad frame. His face was gaunt, his skin a sickly pale, and his eyes... his eyes were two obsidian pits of pure, unadulterated misery. He looked like the monster Silas had tried to build, but he also looked like a broken boy standing in the wreckage of a home he’d accidentally burned down.

She'd finally agreed to be his old lady. Once they got to his bedroom, Cage closed and locked the door. He went to the closet and got out a box. Addie opened it, and inside was a leather vest like Cage's, but different. It was more feminine. And it read "Addie" in front. On the back it read "Property of Cage". "I want you to strip out of everything, and just put the cut on. I need to see my old lady in nothing but my cut." Cage ordered.