Cousin X Cousin Novels & Stories

Ryan pauses, and I am stuck staring at Jude’s face. “Wha…What do you mean by that?” Jude stutters too? “Heavens.” Philemon sighs, dramatically. “You do not know what a cousin means? It means that his father had a brother that…” “I,” Jude begins with a shout, making me flinch, then he blinks and reduces his voice. “I know what cousin is. What I am asking is how can my messenger be… be your cousin? This doesn’t make sense.”

"Um, can you answer the obvious questions first?" She smiles, showing her perfect teeth and luscious lips. "Please accept my apologizes, Miss Chloe. I'm Xen, Savon's cousin." She begins taking long strides, closing the distance between us. With her up close, I can see the resemblance. Her and Savon share some of the same facial features as well as height and build. "We grew up together and are really close, so when I heard he finally found his fated, I had to come congratulate him and to meet the lucky lady, of course."

Cassandra nodded as she spoke. "We are like sisters; in fact, I didn't even realize I was helping a step-cousin; don't misunderstand," she said, and Miranda shrugged. Miranda and Penelope had been close since they discovered they were related; Miranda's mother was a sister to Penelope's mother, making them cousins.

He pokes the larger man with his elbow and grins at Lucas. “It’s good to see you,” he says. “It’s about time you made it up here.” He nudges the larger man out of the doorway. “You ready to finally meet your… niece and nephew?” He glances up at the blond man. “What are someone’s cousin’s kids considered to them?” Julian chuckles and shrugs. “I have no idea. It probably falls into one of those once removed things or something.” Keiran thinks for a second, then shrugs. “Niece and nephew it is then.”

"Maddie, you shattered his arm in three places and left him howling for his mother. Now, I’m not saying my cousin is a saint, but did the guy really deserve a permanent limp?" I started to snap back, but the word hit me like a silver bullet. "Wait. Did you say... cousin?" "You didn't put it together?" He looked genuinely shocked. "Harrison is my cousin. Phillips is my mother's name, but we’re all the same blood. I thought the eyes would have given it away." "You never told me your last name, Preston!" "It’s Hale. But the Cole blood is there. Now you know." I shook my head, my brain spinning. "I can't believe you're related to that prick. You're actually human. He’s just..."

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?"

Xavier hugged her tightly. He kissed her gentle and said, “When my mother-in-law is much better, we must visit your cousin in England.” Valencia frowned and replied, “What are you talking about, my love? I don’t have any relatives in England. Also, my mother is the only child. I don’t have any cousins.” Xavier was so shocked and replied, “But….”

“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!”

Now I understood why I had barely seen any resemblance with him and Giovanni. Although Cousin's don't go about looking like each other. At least, a trait or mannerism should be able to tell they were family. "He does that all the time. Are you ashamed to be called my cousin?" Christie glared. "No offense love. You're perfect, but bros over hoes. I'll stand by my bro anytime, any day." Jason placed his hand on his chest, as if he was pledging to abide by what he just said. "Then go sit with them," Christie yanked him out of the chair, shoving him away. "Make sure you don't refer to me as your relative from today henceforth. I disown you."

Serena and her native, unfiltered accusation mouth until Maureen smacked her friend repeatedly on the back. "What a 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 it. What did you just 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!" "No need!" Maureen pulled Serena's arm, forcing her to come closer. She was too worried about Serena actually approaching Darren's whereabouts.