Fester Addams Coat Novels & Stories

The iron cuffs around their wrists clinked loudly in the quiet room. Adams did not look pristine anymore. His charcoal suit was covered in gray dust, and his hair was wildly out of place. The polished emissary looked around the ruined stage, his eyes darting frantically toward the utility doors. When he realized every exit was blocked by Obsidian tactical guards, his political mask cracked completely.

December 25th, 2012 Evening Damon “Would you like my coat?” I can see my breath as I talk, swirling towards her face, copper escaping from beneath a hirsute wool fiddler cap. She’s already got on one of my coats, my favourite one at that. A tartan emerald trench, faded brass buttons and structured shoulders far too broad for her.

I asked, turning to my companions whose heights towered me. Adamar and Adaen wore their usual ensemble of white surcoat, knee-length blazers, and earth-colored trousers. They would have worn their battle armors considering they were fae knights but since the war ended, they chose a lesser flashy way to clothe themselves. “Yeah, this place needs a whole lot of renovating, Serena,” Adamar, the elder twin by mere thirty-eight seconds, expressed as he gazed at the vaulted ceilings and high beams. His brown hair with golden highlights was worn into a high ponytail, fully exposing his chiseled jawline that probably lured most of the she-faes.

Adam woke her up and told her to get dressed, so Bella is now tugging on a pair of black yoga pants and an old faded t-shirt that she has. It is one of her favorites. It depicts Michael Myers holding a knife and beneath it, in a bloody text it says “A real man will chase you”. Adam's lips crook up at the corners when she opens the door and finds him on the other side. “Nice shirt.” Bella rolls her eyes and laughs. “So, I am dressed. What's up?”

I can’t seem to figure out where it came from. He was the most gorgeous man that I had ever laid my eyes on. He was easily over six feet tall and even though he had a long black coat on I could see he was very built. What I wouldn’t do to strip those clothes off. In an instant though he's being dragged back outside by the other guy and Addie is losing her mind. She headed to the door after them and a big man got in her way, I just giggled because I knew she was going beat the crap out of him and she did.

He thought with a laugh, she had done a great job. She wandered back to her room, glaring at the empty bed she had spent the night in, alone, before dropping her towel and sauntering into her closet. She dressed quickly, pulling her black suit trousers on and smoothing down the fine gold pinstripes before pulling a black shirt on and buttoning it up with a click of her fingers before reaching for her firework cufflinks and slotting them in place. She gave her pale golden tie the same treatment before pulling on the black pinstripe vest and knee-length pinstripe frock coat, buttoning the single bronze clasp with a click of her fingers. She pulled on her favorite alligator skin ankle boots, bu

Logan whispered in my ear and I shot him a hard look. “Don’t be mean,” I shot back, “And stay out of my head.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my forehead, “I make no promises.” Adamaris walked up to me in his signature black and purple. This time she chose to don a pair of black skin tight pants with a purple top that fell off her left shoulder and black boots. She had Celeste next to her in blue pyjama pants and a white shirt. Celeste gave me a small smile, “It’s almost time,”

“Backpfeifengesicht! I want Mrs. Grant’s body to be pristine when we arrive. If even a hair is out of place, I will take a finger. Verstehen? Am I clear?” “Crystal, Sir,” a gruff voice responds. “Now hurry, get her on the van,” Mr. West scolds. “And get out of my way. Backpfeifengesicht!” Peeking through the crack of the partially open door, I see Addison hoisted over the shoulder of one of the many serving staff dressed in these ridiculous French harlequin costumes that Mr. Debrassy insisted we all wear. Just past him, Adam West is marching down a flight of stairs, rushing to some commotion on the bottom floor. The sound of distant sirens signal the arrival of a paramedic.

Win told her, standing beside her to take a look as well. "That's not good." Adom muttered, standing on Alexandra other side. "Wait, is his coat black?" "It looks more like a dark brown." Alexandra answered. "Really? It looks black to me." Adom scrunch his eyebrows as he examined Guard clothes. "No it's kind of red. Like a brown red." Mike muttered. Win glared at him. "Red?! Are you all blind??" Prea screeched. "It's a coppery brown." "I agree with Alexandra." Pheuk cut in. "It's just a dark brown." Win gave Pheuk an incredulous look. "What?" He asked him. Win rolled his eyes in annoyance.

The dark-undertone hue was all the range in the nineties and Adrian is definitely still rocking it today. The black oversized coat he was wearing, with matching black trousers and a black turtle neck, was covering his whole body, yet there was the aura of inferiority that was visible, making him the coldest person alive, even the night zephyr become colder when it tried to transcend his body, but he was standing there as if all this weirdness in the atmosphere doesn't relate to him. There was a shine in his eyes, giving his domineering self a challenge of innocence. His face had a threatening eloquence about it, building something exceptionally appealing but at the same time chilling and col