Addams Family Son Novels & Stories

Josie whines, pointing an accusatory finger at Adrian, who scowls down at her. “I did not! She fell off because she was messing around!” “You PUSHED me!” “All right, all right!” I rush out. The microwave beeps, and both kids look up at me, suddenly remembering they’re hungry. Two plates of chicken nuggets later, I’m dialing for pizza delivery when the garage door rolling up sends a hum through the house. Addy looks up from his homework, his blond curls dancing around his face. He has light gray eyes like Cole. He’s made in Cole’s image, actually, his son through and through.

While he blocked most of the pig's blood with his body, she still caught some in her hair, and it didn't just stink—it felt greasy too. Irene didn't expect her own son to show up and was left stamping her feet as she bellowed at Adam, "Are you crazy?! Why are you so obsessed with her?! You turned against your parents back in the day because of her, and now, you're going to kill William Xavier for her even after she dumped you?! What, are you that worried that your father and I can't die sooner?!" If Julian hadn't warned her, she never would have known that Adam had truly lost his mind—they were talking about William Xavier, the son of Jormund's mayor! Even if Adam succeeded, their entire fam

I looked up at Scott. "The Jamesons' foundation is now tied to my son. Either you sign the papers and guarantee Connor's right to his inheritance in the future by making me a shareholder, or you reject my request and watch your relatives eat your family alive." Scott's fingers trembled.

I sipped on my coffee and watched the water shift from deep blue to an emerald green, reflecting the sky above. "Good morning, Dad," I say then get up to go get dressed. I leave my room and as I walk throw the hallway I see a car drive in the driveway. It's Adam, sometimes it feels like he eats with us more than he eats at his own house. But as Uncle works from home and Adam does a lot for his legal department as a lawyer he comes and goes a lot. His father is an old friend of the family, for some time now he has been in New York directing a hospital.

"Therefore... Even if Emmett was dizzy from the airbag, I guess he could have put a few fists on you." "You're right about that. I took advantage and had him against the ropes, but I saved myself from being killed thanks to that before going down, I called his father." "What?! John Mendes?" "If. Emmett's an asshole, he could have killed me. Don't you realize he's a psychopath?" "I thought he was a friend." "His father is a gentleman with all manners. He is nothing more than a spoiled child but looks at what his own brother, Xavier, has made of his life... Fuck, I shouldn't be talking about this, but I feel like I've got all the scowl on me."

She didn't want to add more wounds to her son's heart. "Adrian is recovering now," Keenan said later. "He wants to see you. Is that okay?" ***

"Huh?" Reed coughed, putting an arm around his wife, "Let's post that question later, alright Chloe? Okay." He faced Adam, "So, since I'm going to be acting like Emily's father right now just like how Mr. Harold Samders requested me to; Adam, tell us about your past." My dad requested him to what? Adam nodded before answering, "My parents died years ago, then my grandparents took me in, but they also died years ago and eventually, the corporation took me in."

Alex made a soft noise of agreement and resolved to do just that. Ashly shook her head. Her mate is really like a five-year-old child. They didn’t get long before Adom's careful, shuffling steps echoed down the stairway. He was still sleepy, clutching a stuffed penguin in one hand, the other rubbing at his eyes. “Mum, Dad?” he mumbled. Alex held his arms out, and Adom came over and crawled onto the couch, curling up against his dad's chest and appearing to go back to sleep immediately. Alex carded his fingers through his wispy hair and marveled, yet again, at what he had.

“It is my greatest wish to see children running around the mansion and making a mess everywhere before I pass on” the voice of fifty-six-year-old Marlow Anderson kept ringing in Adams’s ear as he drove. Today, fifteen of November was his mother’s birthday and they had all gathered to celebrate at the Anderson Mansion. Adams was the eldest of the Anderson children. He has a younger sister, in her early twenties who was his everything. Their father, Michelson Anderson passed on a few years back, leaving him in charge of the ‘AA’ group company.

He had to be there for his wife. “Sir?” the voice of a young man, in his twenties, dark skin and brown hair, made him turn to the door, “this just came in the mail” Jamin was Adasha's son, the family's trusted home employee. Jamin studied in the afternoon and evenings, so in the morning, he helped his mother at the mansion. The young man walked up to Amir with a yellow envelope, He took it, with a thanking the young man with a gesture. Jamin then, left the room.