Addams Family Son Novels & Stories

Adom is really like Ashly. His father and Ashly's lover are really the most happy people alive to have a beautiful family like this. Alex wishes to have both of them for himself. "Then who is he?" Adom's question to his mother made Ashly massage her temper; her son is really a pain in the ass.

“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.

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man. Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod. On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge. Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.

"He's 24. Trade school graduate. He makes 450 bucks a month and spends his days in internet cafes. My mom said they had to make his wedding look impressive so that the bride's family wouldn't look down on him." "Well–" "Edith, I'm not jealous of him. I just want to know if I'm really their son. I fight my way through life just to build a home, and they tell me to rely on myself. But Logan? They throw money at him." "Evan, don't think that way. Your parents only did it for your uncle–"

While watching him this close, i think I could never ask for more. It's been five years since we left Central City. Many things have changed and i guess that's how it's supposed to be. My son recently just turned five last week and his name is Damian, a perfect name that suits his handsome little cute face. He grew up being unpredictable and a wise kid. Like his father, and it seems like he really did get all of his traits from him. But despite the strong genes of Amadeuses, i made sure-- i mean, Syd and I made sure that he'd grow up full of love and attention. And I think we made it. He doesn't have to ask for it because he deserves every good thing in this world since the day he was born.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

"Hey! You have to catch me, first dork! Now pick up my things or I will destroy your sketchbooks! Fair warning Mouse!" "Oh, you son of a bi-" Ash words were cut off as Adom hung up the phone. The group laughed at father and sons antics. Well it's really new for them, they never see a father and son dynamic like this. Adom walked into the room sitting on the coffee table so he could see everyone.

Tommy just smiled and then looked at his father, "Dad! This is my only son, Antonio!" Grandpa Zoku immediately approached and spread his arms. "my grandson, you are my grandson." Antonio became stiff but returned the hug of the person he called father. "From now on, you're no longer a Bardi, but Zoku. One of the heirs of the Zoku family." Grandpa was so happy to say. "Come here!" Grandpa calls Esmeralda, "You must be my daughter-in-law." Esmeralda nodded respectfully. Lerina and Sean could only freeze watching this, and Han felt terrible for his wife.

As promised, Chastity had come to Hilltop House – along with two unexpected guests. Constance came with her along with their sixteen-year-old second cousin, Adam. Adam and his parents had flown in this afternoon for an unexpected visit. Constance and Chastity had tried to keep Adam from coming over, but they couldn’t protest too much in risk of raising suspicion that something was wrong. They had no choice but to let him tag along. Chelsea didn’t mind really. She always liked the kid and he was a good distraction from her current problems. His father was a blood Van Dyke. Adam’s father was the son of Chelsea’s father’s brother. The brother has been in a home with dementia for four years.