Novel & Cerita Wednesday Addams Bag

Adam looks into my eyes a says, "Your things can take up as much space as you like." Although I have four days to get stuff together for Adam's house, the second he leaves I head for my bedroom and pile stuff into my suitcase that I keep under the bed. My summer clothes are dumped out and replaced with pajamas, jeans, shirts, socks, hair products, toiletries, and anything else I convince myself absolutely needs to be there. After an hour of working, I stand back and look at my mess. The zipper struggles against my sheer will but eventually gives in.

“These are clothes for you, Miss Casandra. You should take a bath now.” He pointed to a few paper bags in the living room. I haven’t seen this before. Some maids came out from the kitchen. They all grabbed the paper bags that had been sitting on the ground. It’s plenty, and I can say all of it came from exquisite designer shops. “Go upstairs. Don Adam will come home soon.” How many hours have passed since Adam left after our breakfast? I obeyed what the man said and followed the maids, who put all the paper bags above the bed where I had slept earlier.

The images on the bags made it clear that they contained toys. "For my grandson," Cakra answered with a wide smile. Haaaa...

I peeped into them and could see they were bats but I had no time to check, like I said as I was so Intrigued by the movie. However, now I'm back to my senses. I'm marveled by huge boxes before me. Iv turn out back to it filled with skin care products, creams, scrubs, masks, soaps, perfumes, deodorant…. Just anything skin care mention and I ll pull it right out… The navy bag is filled with clothes, the second clothes as well and the third sneakers, heels and flat ones as well… everything I could ever want or wish for. I turn over them all making a fuss and rolling Over until I'm picked by a heel in the side.

"Let me go grab my bag, and I'll be right back." Next to my bed on my night stand is a note from Addie. "Figured you might need these, don't do anything I wouldn't do." Under the note is a box of condoms. I can't help the giggle that erupts from my throat. I quickly text her I won't and put the box in the bottom of my bag. I don't even know if that's going to happen, but I love my best friend for watching out for me. Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I go back out into the living room. "Ready."

Ada Wood points randomly to one of the packages, "just this." "no, this brand is not good to use. Change one." He took another bag for granted and handed it to Ada Wood, sat there, staring at her. Feeling the strange eyes of Ada Wood, Aaron Hunter climbed up from the ground. "Change quickly, and then go shopping for clothes." Barefoot, walk to bedroom, sit in bed, take out a cigarette, light a sharp breath. Ada Wood changed , and walked to the bedroom and picked up the towel on the ground. It turned out to be a product of Adair company. No wonder he didn't let her use it.

A slow, wicked smile crept across her face. Adrian pushed the door open slowly, the hinges creaking softly in the quiet house. His steps were heavy, almost dragging, and in his hand was a beautiful backpack, bright red and white, decorated with cartoon prints Hazel had once begged for in the store. He had thought it would make her smile. But the scene that greeted him broke him deeper than he expected.

“Jay, Zane, Nate… come here and take some snacks.” Eight small heads lifted. Eight pairs of eyes looked at me. They didn’t move. They waited. Waiting for my signal. Waiting for my permission. My chest warmed slightly despite the tension. Good. At least they still listened to me. I walked over and picked up the bag. The thin plastic crinkled in my hands. I opened it slowly. Inside were several packs of cheap biscuits. Some colorful candy. And a few bottles of supplements. My brows knitted. I picked one up.

Such a simple word for such a complicated thing. "He means well," I said. "He just shows it in his own way." We finished our coffee and continued wandering through the market. Addison bought some clothes and a beautiful scarf that she wrapped around her neck immediately. I bought her a necklace from a jewelry vendor—a simple silver chain with a small pendant shaped like a firefly. "Really?" she said when I fastened it around her neck. "A firefly?" "It seemed appropriate." I adjusted it so it sat perfectly against her collarbone. "Do you like it?"

But the weapons in the dungeon were not as good and sophisticated as the ones in the secret room. Adam took several weapons that were not shaped like pistols. In the form of matches, smoking pipes and head belts. Adam put it in his pocket and put a small box gun tied his waist, at first glance no one would ever realize if it was a gun. They would have thought it was just an ordinary headband.