Wednesday Addams Full Body Novels & Stories

He wanted to melt into a puddle of water and be stepped on, Seb was in a tank top. Good god he looked good, the way it hung low on his pectorals and clung tight to his fit body, Adom had to catch his breath when he noticed him walking towards him down the corridor. He looked like he was about to go for a jog or something, maybe, he wasn't sure. "Hey Adom, good day at work?" Of course he would ask that since Adom had a bit of hair clippings clinging to his pants and few fresh band aids on his fingers.

he ask “Abaddon. And I want your body” he said with a tilted face “Excuse me?” Abaddon opens his mouth wide as locusts and flying insects swarm out from his mouth, nose, ears and within seconds the gym is flooded with man eating insects. The insects bite and penetrate men and women in the gym eating them from inside, sparing only Jace, The Gym Instructor

A good shower and heavy breakfast is all I need. Patrick is already gone when I return from the bathroom. No surprise here; coming and going like the wind is his style lately. I change and head straight downstairs, hoping that Butler Lucas has had the cook prepare something decent to cure this damn hangover. Reaching the kitchen door, I suddenly hold my steps at the sight of my bodyguard standing near the fridge, uncapping the bottle of drinking water after a seemingly intense workout he's just finished. The sweat smears his skin, his curly hair drenched, the muscles of his strong biceps rippling tensely, and that sexy Adam's apple tips as the water slides in his throat. My breath quickens.

The ones attacking, the ones fighting—they moved at unnatural speeds, their eyes glowing, their bodies shifting. The legends, the nightmares whispered in hushed voices… they were real. Vampires. Oh my God. And Abaddon— He was one of them. A wind-like force crashed against me, and suddenly, he was there. Right in front of me. Still in his monstrous form, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Before I could react, he grabbed something behind me. Another attacker. His fangs sank deep into the boy’s throat, tearing at his flesh with a ferocity that made bile rise in my throat. He didn’t stop until the body was lifeless.

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.

Her skin slowly change into grayish brown, the common color for rotten corpse while the young boy is still wiping sweats on the unconscious woman's forehead. "Mom?" The young boy was stunned when the unconscious woman turned her head and looked at him. Her upper body was lifted up slowly until her limbs supported it. She moved sluggishly like a snail. She smiled and reached out her hand on the young boy's cheeks while her eyes teared.

When Mother Nature made him she was feeling very generous that day. I look up with no rush, soaking in and saving it in my memory the image of his long legs, his well shaped thighs, his hard and tight buttocks with that dimple on his hips that makes me want to bite it, squeeze it, filling my hands with this soft and round flesh. His thin waist and the broad back that are lightly tanned, with small droplets of water running down his back after the shower. Adam has shoulder and arms made to protect, to make a woman feel safe and cosy.

I said, looping my arm through his free one, "for someone who said costume parties were 'juvenile,' you're really committing to being a disembodied hand." He wiggled the prosthetic fingers at me menacingly. "Well, Miss Wednesday," he said in an exaggerated creepy voice, "you insisted I match your aesthetic. I couldn't say no to the darkness." "You never say no to me," I teased, adjusting the collar of my black Wednesday Addams dress. "That's because you're genuinely terrifying when you don't get your way," he said, his tone affectionate despite the words. "It's one of your more attractive qualities."

horror striking Adir push her away with his fist, she groan but maintain her hold on him,She slip into his skin eating it sloppily,a small dagger kept by the door side for protection flash,he bend down dragging her with him to pick the dagger and slash her throat cutting her head off,her body fall limply on the ground,the hands inside his body dropping from it's reach,Adir sit down beside the door breathing abnormally. Something he leant about the night creatures was that anything could penetrate their skin and ordinary plastic item could tear through their skin but it can't kill them,they take hours to heal when you strike them,no matter where you throw the bodies and the organs,it located

I snapped, finally turning to face him. The sight of him almost broke the fragile armor I had spent the last hour building, but I gripped the edges of my hood and held on. Adrian looked like a man who had already died and simply forgotten to stop walking. His bespoke tuxedo from the gala was gone, replaced by a dark, heavy coat that was plastered to his broad frame. His face was gaunt, his skin a sickly pale, and his eyes... his eyes were two obsidian pits of pure, unadulterated misery. He looked like the monster Silas had tried to build, but he also looked like a broken boy standing in the wreckage of a home he’d accidentally burned down.