Fester Addams Novels & Stories

“It is my greatest wish to see children running around the mansion and making a mess everywhere before I pass on” the voice of fifty-six-year-old Marlow Anderson kept ringing in Adams’s ear as he drove. Today, fifteen of November was his mother’s birthday and they had all gathered to celebrate at the Anderson Mansion. Adams was the eldest of the Anderson children. He has a younger sister, in her early twenties who was his everything. Their father, Michelson Anderson passed on a few years back, leaving him in charge of the ‘AA’ group company.

During the weekend, Carmen went to Taadi Prison to visit Mrs. Adams. Mrs. Adams had worked with the international terrorist group, Hex, to plan a terrorist attack. According to rumors. They almost killed someone from the Cannon Family. After the trial, she was sentenced to 10 years of prison, and the Adams Family did not even dare to counter sue. By now, she had been behind bars for a few months. After a few months of not seeing her, Mrs. Adams seemed to have changed into a completely different person. In the past, she was a spoiled young madam of a rich family. Even the mineral drinks she took must be of high quality, branded material.

he asked as he puffed more cigarette smoke into the air. “Jay Lee Adams, owner of Adams Company.” Suddenly, Zac coughed. Then, he hit the table and said, “You’re crazy. He owns a quarter of Valdirra. Even the big mobsters who live in this city respect him. It’s best to forget about that wish of yours.” “What? So, you’re afraid?”

"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."

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

Amelia said cheering me up. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it going to be?” I asks. “Well, we’ve never experienced it before but from what Caden’s mom said, it is the scariest rule ever. A lot of ladies eyeing Caden gets a chance to fight you for your position and it is a fight to death” She said making me sigh. “What are you guys up to?” Keith said as he and Caden walks in. “We are just leaving” I said as I drag Caden out of the room towards his office.

I felt fear. Real Fear. “Do you think your performance is worth your freedom?”he asked. I nodded,not quite whether it would be wiser to deny it. “Oh,poor kitty,…” The room door opened with a slight bang. “Babyyyy!!!!”a curvy lady,with a shrinking blonde hair screamed,rushing in for a hug from Adam. Adams reaction changed a he put on a closed lip smile. “Why didn't you call?” “Nothing”her eyes moved from my feet up to my face like she was inspecting me with curiosity.

She drank all the cum and licked him clean as Adrastos stepped away from him. "Addy I heard every guys dream is the lesbians sex. So I just had a great idea." She informed Adrastos who smiled and took off his clothes including his underwear and went to Satanika with his impressive seventeen inches cock. He then chanted something that turned him to a girl. Adrastos was five foot three with pink hair and green eyes. He looked small compared to Satanika but had a very mind blowing figure eight. The symbol of the Michaelson's slave mark was behind his left arm to his back.

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.