Wednesday Addams Quotes Novels & Stories

“What are they—oh god!” "Ahhhh... It's to much Adom" Win can't think and say right. Adom smack him again but this time little hard. "How many times I told you, it's master for you human. Do you want me to kill your hole family"

"So you are saying there are no wolves in the woods." "No," my smile grows wide, predatory. "I didn't say that. You never know, maybe I'm a wolf." I hint at the truth, afraid to say it directly. "Why, Mr. Addams," she blinks up at me demurely, "what big eyes you have..." I lean closer to her, stalking her. "The better to see you with, my dear." She leans onto her back, falling over onto her elbows. "And Mr. Adams, what big ears you have..."

Adder just laughed, shaking her head at me. “Ya don’t get it, mate. And maybe I don’t fully either." she sighed. Cocking my head, I looked at her questioningly. “And what, praytell, is it that I don’t get?" I asked. “Ya really gonna make me say it. Good thing ya don’t got an inflated ego." Adder grumbled. “Ya a good man, Mason. Ya kind even when ya got no reason to be. And based on how those birds look at ya they find ya handsome. Add those to the social-climbing they probably after…" she shrugged.

Sleep doesn't find him more than an hour at a time and it leaves him grumpy in the morning as he hurries to the office. Wednesday is the worst day of all. Adom's head is killing him all morning, he steps on a pile of mushy garbage in the subway, dirties his shoes and to make matters worse, one of his team calls in sick so he struggles to shoulder the extra work. His bond rages inside his chest for Alexander, the waves crash one after another inside of him. Adom coughs as he feels a cold take over his body, really regretting sleeping with wet hair the night before and does his best to ignore it. He's so tired by the time work hours finish he packs up and decides to just head home. He doesn't

Ageng said. "Well, that's right. Adam was the same way. He likes drowning in his work more than to have fun. Even though he has many personal assistants, he still doesn't want to leave his responsibility. Understandably, Adam is a perfectionist," Mrs. Wursita said as if he were promoting the son. Adam just commented on a slight smile. It was not the right time for him to argue or be rude to correct his mother's words. "Adam, say something, please. Why are you so quiet tonight?" Mrs. Wursita wondered.

We love her. “Hey earth to Emerson” “You’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the past 10 minutes now, where did you go?” Addison turns whispering in my ear. As the other two turn and shhh her. “Just thinking about how much I love my girls. And I never want these Sunday’s to end.” I respond.

A daily ritual for us. "Come on Adam! She's beautiful and has everything you'll ever want in a woman." "Not tonight Fred." "Don't waste your time on this lovesick puppy." Mason joked and we all laughed. It was pointless taking offence to their jokes because they do it so regularly and frankly, I don't care. There were far more pressing issues that I needed to be upset about.

Just, as usual, I lay on the couch in the living room in front of the tv while eating pizza and watching a Wednesday series to make myself a little bit enjoy this day. I've been waiting for this series to be released and it was finally out. And I guess this is the time that I should watch this series. I do really like Wednesday's personality. Even though she shows sadistic tendencies and a dark personality and seldom shows her emotions which are generally bitter but when she helps her brother and that fat boy from the bully, she is sweet-natured and that serves as a foil to the weirdness of her parents and brother.

Adam cleared his throat. “Are you ready to leave, Annie?” Adam sounded uncomfortable but Samual was quick to pat his back. “Well done, see! She won’t bite. It’s not like she’s a zombie who’s trying to steal your brains.” Samual had an unusual imagination that Annie assumed was from watching way too many horror movies.

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”