Addams Family Son Novels & Stories

The Adamses have always lacked strong connections, hoping to benefit from the Robinsons' extensive network. The current head of the Adams family has only one son and one daughter. The younger daughter married and had a second daughter, but tragically died from postpartum hemorrhage. The eldest son, accustomed to solitude, never married but has a son of unknown origin. This is the rumored Nestor Adams. A mysterious man known only by name, never seen in person. Born prematurely at seven months, he was sickly from birth and was quietly sent away to be raised outside the Adams household.

"Jon, I made these barbecue ribs just for you. Eat up." At the dinner table, my wife's stepbrother, William Small, kept piling food onto my son Jonathan Barkley's plate. The fatherly affection in his eyes was impossible to miss. A moment later, he got up and walked over to the couch, returning with a robot toy set. "This is for you. Do you like it?" Ten-year-old Jonathan thanked him politely. "I love it. Thank you, Uncle William."

Mom always told me, "Your stomach's weak, you can't handle too much of it." It wasn't until much later that I understood — it wasn't that I couldn't eat it. She just didn't want to give me any. My voice came out cold. "I'm not going." Her tears spilled over all at once. "Ryan, how did you turn into this? That's your father!" I looked at her. "Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'"

Power is everything even in useless things! "Did you heard about the news that Chairman Adamson's son is coming back in the country?" Mom asked. Chairman Adamson? I knew him but I don't care about his son but I pretended to be curious about it cause Mom would be very mad if she saw that I'm not interested! "Oh? Why did he came back though?" I asked while sipping on my milk. "His father appointed him as the new CEO. I heard that he's very good at business! He must be because he's a Carter!" Mom said like she was admiring the Chairman's son.

"I've got nothing left. The restaurant's gone, and I'm a hundred grand in debt from that hotel lease. You still want to call me 'mom'?" He hesitated for a split second. "Money or no money, you're still my mom! I'll find a job soon, and I'll help pay it all off!" I pushed the door open wider. "Fine. Come in." If he was really sincere, I'd see soon enough. Or maybe he had another angle—only one way to find out. Back at the old house, Henry played the role of devoted son perfectly. He handled every chore, cooked, and left at dawn each day to "look for work." Honestly, he seemed like a different person.

His hair was always messy and locks falling onto his face. His mother was Puerto Rican and his father English, he said he was raised by his mother and his father was an absent son of a bitch who never made an appearance. Now his relations with Theo is what is interesting, Theo's father is Adam's uncle's cousin's brother, which makes them cousins...that sounds about right. After choosing an outfit for tomorrow night, I got underneath my covers and prayed before falling asleep. I was in the shower lazily washing my body anxious for today but quite confident everything would go well. I even tried swaying my hips to different melodies that were playing in my head.

It just showed how happy he was. Josh shook Matteo’s hand, feeling welcomed and slightly awkward at the same time. He was, was feeling a strange mix of emotions. He was excited to meet his cousin and the others, however at the same time he was uncertain about his place in this new family. "Nice to meet you too, Matteo," he said. “And…..”Mr. Ramirez said as he pointed to the older man. “This is Marco, my son and your uncle.” Marco shook Josh’s hand firmly, smiling at him, however Josh couldn't help noticing that his smile didn't last longer, as it disappeared as fast as it came.

“I can’t call Silas my family, but… I can’t live with myself if I had to experience that kind of death happen to my loved ones. I’m so, so sorry.” He doesn’t say anything. He just pulls me into a tight hug, one hand cradling the back of my head. He holds me like that for a long moment, just rubbing my head gently. When he finally pulls back, he has this weird, thoughtful look on his face. “He even gave me a teddy,” I add quietly. “He said it belongs to your sister. Berry.” “What the fuck?!” Adam screams for the first time in his life, his voice a mix of shock and something almost like a laugh.

He simply comes up behind me and rests both hands on my belly, chin on my shoulder. “They’re going to love this room,” he murmurs. “I hope so.” “They will. And they’ll love their mother even more.” Zavian joins us a few minutes later. The three of us stand together in the completed nursery, looking at the space we built. No one rushes to fill the silence. It is enough to be here, surrounded by the evidence of the future we are making. Evenings have become my favorite part of the day.

, greeted the old man. Ever since, they never had a normal father and son relationship. They never tried to eat meals together. From the day Commander Augustin adopted Adam, he raised him like a military soldier. At the age of four, Adam never experienced to play. He spent his childhood in studying, gun shooting, martial arts, and practicing critical fighting techniques. Poor child. Adam had a traumatic childhood. No friends and was never enrolled to public school. He never played at the park and laugh out loud like any other normal kids do. Adam grew tough yet cold. Smart yet emotionless. “Everything’s fine”, replied Adam in cold voice. “What’s new?”, why you call my attention? New mission?