Novel & Cerita Fester Addams

Jackie muttered under her breath as she watched her best friend leave. Cassie arrived at her school's prom, looking beautiful and breathtaking. Anyone who saw her will think she was a princess but that still didn't stop the whispers and the gossip. "Hi Cassie." "Hey?" Cassie replied, lost in Adam's breathtaking smile. This guy is every girls dream and she was lucky to be with him. "Care for a drink?" Adam asked as he stopped one of the waiters before she could even reply. "Here." "Thanks but..."

“Of course, sir.” He doesn't even look up from his desk as I leave, I swear sometimes it feels like he lives to test my patience, but he pays me, too well to quit. So, I made the coffee just the way he liked it, black and bittter, just like his personality and drop it on his desk before heading to the conference room. The meeting drags on longer than it should have. Two hours turn into an three till two hours meeting become four . Mr. Addams has this obsession with perfection that borders on torture, like every detail has to be flawless from every figure, every projection, every comma in every report picking apart proposals with the precision of a surgeon and the emotion of a robot.

she thinks the solution to everything is death but she's wrong must time we most let things slide for the sake of peace . " peace you say, hell no those bastard whooped my ass " she yelled with gritted teeth's after reading my mind . yes you heard me Lenny is the I only Adams that can access the mind of others and make them do her well .I don't know how she managed to do that but she did and it's really annoying . after we were turned to vampires we discovered each of us had something special in us .

I slowly nodded, and strangely, Adam chuckled, looking at the ground. "I broke out of jail," he raised his head, looking me in the eye. "I was sentenced for life because of what those fucking officers saw the other day!" He yelled. He was talking about when he was caught beating me up. A tear rolled down my cheek as I recalled the memory.

Zacharias retorted. "Alright," Hasen mutters, and Mask looks at him in disbelief, shaking his head. "We can't risk dying in this hellhole. If I die, at least not fucking here." Hasen whispered. "Hurry the fuck up." Dominic mutters. "Fine, if that's what you want," Hasen said. "Lazarus volunteered and offered Amanda to be her right-hand man after Hajime Yamamoto died." "It took months before Amanda finally agreed. Then there, they're now working together. Remember the meeting we had with Lazarus, Asahi, and Cedric? It was arranged by Amanda anonymously."

“It’s none of your business, Addam.” “Fine, if you say so,” he shrugged. His calm demeanor only irritated her more. “So…?” Tiffany asked, tapping her foot. She didn’t have time for his antics. “Tiffany, slow down. I’ve been waiting here for twenty minutes,” Addam said, his patience thinning. He pushed himself off the car and walked toward her, his eyes locked on hers. “Oh, please,” Tiffany snapped. “Just tell me why I’m here.” Addam took a deep breath, visibly restraining himself. “Alright, here’s the deal. I want us to work together,to bring pain to Aurora.”

"Didn't you ask me to call you Mum? I will call you every day. I will sing it like a song every day. I'm sorry, Mum. I'm so sorry. I should have called you that way. What should I do? Please, wake up!" Madam Frost... Please... "Who made this pasta and bacon?" The doctor's voice drifted into my ears amidst my cries, and I raised my eyes slightly to meet his. "They are poisoned." He added.

“but I know and believe that it is just a matter of time before you find that man that would cherish you as much as you love those reality shows and soap operas. Just wait. And you won't die before you experience that.” The tears fell then, rolling down her tanned cheek to fall on the table. I was beginning to feel weird because of her reaction when the doorbell rang. Quickly, I stood up and ran towards the door in my velvet shorts and chemise with my hair in one of my aunt's crazy bonnets. A relieved smile had taken residence on my face only to fall when I opened the door and found the singular reason why most ladies– older women inclusive–were acting like fools. Adam was at my doorstep!!!!

“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.

Foster said and Dede nodded. "Come on, cheer up. Don't let what happened in there weigh you down. That is the way of the rich. I had so much respect for Mr Adams but well, he is rich, powerful and a man after all," Foster said and sipped his beer. Dede also sipped her chocolate milk. After drinking halfway into the chocolate she started feeling weird. Her vision became blurry and she started feeling funny inside. She clenches her thighs and her fist. "Are you alright?" Foster asked seeing Dede was not looking good.