Cousin Itt Novels & Stories

But that wasn't possible. - Catarina, your cousin's wedding invitation arrived. – My mother said. - That little woman is not my cousin! – I said, already getting nervous. - Catarina, she is your cousin. – My mother said. – You better stop with this childish attack. Melissa already hit her and made a scene here at home. Now that's enough! She's my sister's daughter, so she's your cousin. - I'm sorry, Mom, but she's nothing to me. – I tried to stay calm. – She slept with my boyfriend in my bed, that’s not something you do.

I forgot, we have to finish what we started. I gaze on my self again, I wore a black skirt, cute white top and black boots. This three is a gift from Brian, my cousin from lorthington University. Son of uncle Antonio, brother of my Dad. We often see each other because he has been finishing his law degree and also with a hectic schedule. So he just gifted me branded clothes for apology. Brian always knew my style. That's why he is my favorite cousin, and because he is only my cousin. He's just spoiling me around but I misses that jerk so much. He's like a brother to me. He's more like my guardian angel. Brian is always there with my ups and downs, that's why he got my back also.

He looks at the screen, and his heart drops when he sees that it's a video call from one of his dumbsville cousins, TENZ JER'SEY. The problem with their family is that they have so many fucking cousins. ISAAC is at least fourth cousins with this dude, although he can't even remember how they're related exactly. He would definitely not pick it up if it were some random family member, but TENZ JER'SEY is a member of the KASH MANCHESTER, so that is bound to be work. He does seem to remember TENZ JER'SEY is one of their younger members; he must be about twenty.

I tell him. “Oh, hell yeah I did. She is fucking gorgeous and perfect.” He answers. Oh yeah, my cousin has it bad. Hmmm, my cousin and third in command with one of the bosses of the Godiano family. Kaycie and I get home and head to our room. We are both dead tired and basically change into pyjamas and fall into bed. I wrap my arms around her and fall asleep.

“One thing my cousin hasn’t lost after all these years is his temper.” My ears perk up. “Your cousin?” I ask softly, hating how small my voice sounds. “Yeah,” she answers, distracted by what she calls my miraculous healing. I glance down at my stomach—once black and purple with old bruises, now pale, smooth… soft. How is this even possible? “Who’s your cousin?” I ask, pulling myself from spiraling thoughts. “Kieran,” she replies, scribbling notes. “Alpha Kieran, I mean. Did I not mention that?”

“Wait?! Osiston? As in Warrior Osiston, is your cousin and my uncle cousin or whatever?” I feel like my brain is turning to mush with all the new information. “I may need a map for the family tree we have going right now and you have only told me about like five people.”

The small round cake tin. She looked back up at me. "What's all this?" I smiled softly at the counter. "What does it look like?" She pouted. I almost laughed. "I'm baking a cake for Mick," I said quietly. Silence. Then — "Huh?" I kept my eyes down. I reached for an egg and cracked it carefully into the bowl. "Since when do you bake cakes for my cousin?" "It's his birthday tomorrow," I said. The words came out too fast. Too eager. Too defensive. "Why can't I bake him a cake?"

Vera. The name alone felt like glass shards scraping down my throat, tearing me apart from the inside out. The untouchable golden girl, the school's pristine cheerleader captain who probably imagined Alex’s world revolved around her blonde hair and vapid, rehearsed laughter. He had used me—body and soul, taking the one thing I had guarded like a sacred vault—only to check his watch like I was an inconvenience, tossing me aside to make room for her.

his cousin shrugged “It's easier to catch flies with honey than with vinegar, did you know? And, lucky for me, my girlfriend likes it…” “Shut your fucking mouth now, before I break all your teeth!” Cassie growled, pulling away from him quickly, although she seemed to be more disgusted with herself than anything else. “This… This was a mistake! I told you this, when you walked into that room and started acting all bossy, as if Isaac being your cousin gave you power over something…”

“You're an old man's mistress?” Serena and her native, unfiltered accusation mouth until Maureen smacked her friend repeatedly on the back. “What the fuck your mouth!” Maureen turned her back to Serena with her arms crossed. “That's..., my stepmother's sister's son.” “It's so hard to name. What did you say?” “My step-cousin!” called Maureen irritably. “You said uncle, now you say cousin. Which one is right?” Serena could not take her eyes off the figure walking towards them. “This guy looks cool too. Let's go over!”