Wednesday Adams Novels & Stories

“I was furious knowing that she allowed herself to be used. She had no qualms about arguing with me, fighting for her rights, and stating what disgusted her, but Adams only needed to look innocent and smile at her, and she agreed to what he had in mind.” We boarded the car. Baron started the engine and moved the car out of the basement parking area. We blended into traffic with a clear direction in mind. The hospital. “Why don’t you just admit that you are jealous? Maybe that would make you feel better.” Mason said out of the blue. “I am not jealous. I wanted her to know when to fight for her rights. We all knew Adams; he won’t be constrained to use anyone for his personal interest.” “Exactl

Mrs. Adams was the kind of woman who loved the thrill of being caught. She had a husband, a nice house, and a life that looked perfect from the outside. But inside, she was restless. She wanted what she wasn’t supposed to have. Two weeks ago, a new family moved in next door. The man, Mr. Andrew, was tall, fit, and looked like he followed every rule. His wife was a busy professional, and they had two kids. To Mrs. Adams, he wasn't just a neighbor; he was a challenge.

Adam She was perfect. Kind eyes, good personality, and sharp mind. Everything a woman should have. If anyone could thaw that cold-hearted son of mine, it was the woman sitting across from me. It was a Wednesday, like always. I came to the cafe near the company, the one I bought years ago just so I could sit here without being disturbed. Back when Apollo lost his wife, he’d stopped living like a person. He barely ate, and slept. I used to sit here every week, hoping he’d walk past, just so I’d know he was still breathing. The habit never left me.

Clara, Williams, and even Luca disappeared, leaving me in the sitting room with one man. He introduced himself as Adam. Elegant suit. Perfect tie. Expensive shoes. His accent was smooth and British, his voice calm, like he’d trained himself to never raise it. I had no idea if Adam was his first name or his last. He didn’t explain, and I didn’t ask. “There are three things we’re going to work on today, Hailey,” Adam said, folding his hands together neatly on the table between us. “After the attack this morning, there will be more interest in your story than ever before. Not just yours—your sister’s as well.”

**Third person** Wednesday evening, Adam headed to his bedroom with his travel bag in hand and Karen trailing behind. “How was Chicago?” Karen asked as soon as they stepped in. “Fine,” Adam hummed tiredly, slumping into the bed. She studied his face for a moment before speaking. “You don't seem too pleased, did the deal go well?” “It was fine, I'm just tired.” His voice held a tint of irritation as he placed the bag on the floor without even glancing at the woman beside him.

I nodded my head in the affirmative. Adam and Associates Company was one of the most famous companies in the werewolf world. They deal with home appliances. Rumor had it back then that there wasn’t a single household item you wanted that you wouldn’t get at the company. All of the sudden though, news flashed around that Adam lost his wife and that made him unstable, so one of the Associates had taken over the company pending when Adam would be certified okay to continue his duty. Why was this man mentioning the company now? My eyes slanted in suspicion immediately.

I saw Adam approaching towards us. “You didn't know he is around?” “I.. I didn't know” She replied coldly, shrugged and rolled her eyes. “Good morning Rita” Adam beamed when he drew closer to where we were. “Good morning to you too” I responded. “How was the weekend?” He probed further. “It was great, really great” I responded, referring to my interesting chit chat with Zane throughout yesterday. “Oh! I've got good news for you” Adam apprised...

I presume we have a lot of time where the third day's plans can be placed on the fourth day. "No. The plans made were set on the third day. We must follow the set schedule." Even your voice sound so sleepy as if the voice itself already screams for more sleep, but just won't let it to. I, then, turned my head over you while you shut your eyes closed and started to doze off once more. How can you even while standing? Geeze. There are just things that you can do, but I can't handle to do so. They are sometimes hard to follow and it often makes you stand out.

Wesley shakes his head, a look of disbelief on his face. " Wes -----------" " You're lying through your teeth. You don't care about us, you've never cared about us, we wouldn't be in this situation right now if you so much as cared!" Wesley says, well more like yells, as he rises to his feet. " No, I bloody do care!" Mr Adams rises to his feet too, glaring at his son. " You don't get to accuse me anymore, for being selfish. I try my best to do what's right yet you ---------"

The kind woman she used to be was totally vanished. Everyday seems like hell to Adam. He wanted to see, touch and talk to Kris but he couldn’t. Day and night were like a routine to him. Nothing changes with their kind of living. Adam could still move freely like before but it was his peace of mind that went missing. He no longer finds the woman attractive too.