Addamsoc Stories

Mother, let me tell you a secret Your flowers always died in my hands And I hated being the goddess of spring Something you could never understand And I know how you...

"Why can't you be what I want you to be?" "And what is it you want me to be?" That polite smile falling into a wicked smirk as those grey eyes dar...

"Don't be like that, 𝗺𝐢 𝐚𝗺𝗼𝐫." "Be like what?" Faye Weems is the daughter to headmistress Weems. She practically grew up in the school called N...