Novelas y relatos de Wednesday Addams

Friday afternoon is one of normal kids’ favorite day. Because it is the start of the short vacation for weekends, which means there will be no class. They can watch their favorite shows in TV late at night and they don’t need to rush making their assignments. However, there are three young werewolves who aren’t excited for it. They are Chandler, Brett and Adam, who were the Alpha heirs of the Packs. “I hate Friday afternoon,” young Brett commented with a yawn. The three of them were walking together after the afternoon class ended.

"You spend every evening with me except Wednesdays, I just want to know more about you, we are literally next door neighbors and...I want us to be more friends than casuals." Vada melted at that request, she never knew Liam would like her that much to want to spend time with her, she actually wanted to taste and rate his food and couldn't say no to that offer, but then... "Why did you exclude Wednesdays? everyone seems to be observing personal businesses on Wednesdays lately." Liam adjusted and his adam's apple moved up and down at the thought of that question. "Because I am always busy on Wednesdays, work loads you know."

** Meanwhile, on the other side… The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted through the spacious kitchen of Adam's house in Thibeult City. The scent, a comforting embrace of warmth and sweetness, mingled with the bustling energy that filled the air. Maya, the omega in Adam's werewolf pack and the adept manager of his household, moved gracefully between the countertops, orchestrating a symphony of culinary delights.

I take a deep breath to prepare myself for what I am about to hear because I know it would be anything but pleasant. “The Addams were wealthy, the legal type of wealth. We got in contact with them and formed a business partnership. It wasn't enough for the government as they still suspected us and it was making business slow and too risky. We attended different business meetings and useless business balls, we even became partners with other companies but it still wasn't enough. My brother came up with the plan to use the Addams, and all we had to do was kill them, and make it seem like they handed over some of their properties to us out of pity in their will. Killing them was easy, we just f

The early morning sun rays were already warming their way through the see through blinds of Adewumi's sardine canned room; she stretched her hand a few centimeters away from herself, and it met with Shola's lower back causing the latter to groan, "Wumi! Stay on your side nah!" She grumbled pushing her cousin's hand away, "Guy go to work nah," Wumi replied, still sleeping. Then someone violently knocked on the door shaking the entire place right to its foundation.

Figure it out. What does that mean? You look like Spencer. You walk, talk, and act like Spencer. Walk, talk, and act? The date is March 4th, I’m speaking with Adelaide Watson. Addy, as she likes to be called, is 15 years old. She’s having bad dreams in which she’s chased by an unknown assailant. Addy, can you walk us through it?

she defended. "I want to do a video call right now!" Addams said and Browns smiled at Addams's reply as the phone was on loudspeaker. "I'm not home now and I'm at my new friend's place. I didn't tell you I have one?" her voice still shaking and seducing. "Enough of whatever you are saying! A video call or you are having sex with whoever you call your new friend," Addams yelled in the background. "I'm not having sex, oh now you don't trust me," she used her left hand to push Brown away as she rolled her eyes.

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.

Satisfied with my outfit, I went to work on my hair. I wanted somewhat of a "goth" look. So I went with the Wednesday Addams hairstyle. Two braided ponytails that hung on either side of my head. Too bad my hair wasn't black. But I did find a black leather choker that I put on. It looked decidedly sexy.

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."