Secret Devotion

Secret Devotion

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Wednesday
Summer took Gomez Addams and left a silk-black absence where Morticia used to breathe. To remember how to breathe, she returns to the only place it ever came easy-Nevermore Academy, where Larissa makes breathing feel like coming home. They were once roommates, almost more, and once-only once-someone lied to protect the other. As Wednesday investigates the death of her father, small, careful signs appear where no one should leave them. To survive what's coming, Morticia and Larissa must unearth what they kept, and speak what they never dared to say. ☾·˚·✩·˚·˚·✩·˚·☽ ↠ The story is partially post canon (this story takes place after season 1, season 2 is not included) but I have altered a few storylines (from season 1) in order to write this story the way I want to write it ↞ ↠ Updates frequently ↞ ↠ Morissa manips on the book cover by divergentmisfit on Tumblr ↞
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Long before Wednesday Addams wrote her name into Nevermore's history, there was another tale whispered through the ivy halls. A boy with a ticking heart. A girl made of lightning. And a love doomed to burn itself out before it could ever be remembered. They say time devours all things. For Isaac Night, time was both his curse and his creation. For me, it was the measure of how long I could hold his hand before fate tore it away. Isaac's eyes burned brighter than the lamps in his workshop, and I should have turned away. Instead, I leaned closer. -Isaac night- Lovers to enemies to lovers...

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