Danny Granger Cousin Novels & Stories

In a trembling voice, he said, "Mr. Winchester, are you just going to let your wife speak this way?" "Is there anything wrong about what Hannah said?" With an indifferent expression, Darren raised his head slowly. He adjusted his sleeves in a carefree manner. "My grandfather only had one son and one daughter. My dad passed away quite young, and my aunt is currently in jail. So, I'm quite curious how we are related, Mr. Moore." Darren spoke these words so casually. How could he so casually bring up the fact that his family members were either dead or in jail?

“G—Grayson!” I chuckled lightly. “Nah, kiddo. Your Dad and I are just not close yet! But we have a common friend, and that’s your Aunt Kathryn,” I smiled despite the difference of how we truly feel to each other. “Ah! Okay, then!” He nodded in understanding. He took a huge bite off of his steak. “You’re not a rival to Uncle, Daddy,” Grayson said matter-of-factly. “You two just look like one, is all!”

So after all that… it’s just a crush. Once the jokes ended and the meal was mostly over, the two finally got into serious conversation. As they talked, Edward suddenly remembered something. “You’re really not going to budge on that Valson Group situation?” “Why are you suddenly so interested?” Charlie asked flatly. Hearing them mention the Jones family, Candice quietly perked up her ears to listen. Edward leaned back in his chair. “Mrs. Jones and my eldest aunt are cousins.” Charlie raised an eyebrow. “What a coincidence.”

Catharine echoed in disbelief. While Kate glanced at them silently. Of course, Gracie was Charles' cousin and Andrew was his. It was only logical for Gracie to be Andrew’s cousin too. “Long time no see, cousin”, Andrew mumbled, the smile on his face rather forced. Gacie narrowed her eyes at him. “Of course. You always had a habit of ghosting your family members”, she said dryly. “As much as I'm curious about the whole cousin unpacking, we have more serious matters to deal with”, Catherine cut in, gesturing at Kate, who silently wished they’d all just leave.

I laugh. “Oh really? That’s awesome. Make sure you thank your cousin for their service. Do I seem like an ?ss?” He laughs. “I will. You seem pretty nice. It could just be an act though. Which way do you swing?” I ask. “No act, I swear. I’m straight” He smiles. “Well, I have a beautiful cousin named Grace who you might hit it off with” I smile, looking down at my phone to see a text from Daniel. I quickly text him back before we take off.

“Still in shock, big brother?” I turned my head slightly, leveling a sharp glare at Ethan Zane, my cousin and the second son of the Zane family. He leaned toward me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Ethan had always been the mischievous one, the cousin who thrived on chaos—especially if it was mine. I didn’t dignify him with an answer. Ethan, however, took my silence as encouragement. “Grandma called me earlier,” he continued in a hushed tone. “Told me you finally tied the knot. I almost choked on my coffee.” His eyes sparkled with amusement. “I thought you had more fight in you, Chris.”

"Because of that we became close . But don't get me wrong. I didn't tell Greg a single thing about you and I told the guys not to tell him" "I know. He doesn't know anything about what happened to me for the past two years". Gracelyn nodded. "Wow! Really Izzy?" Greg scowl at me I showed him my fist . "I don't like Greg back then because he hurt you and you know that." Gracelyn nodded. "But recently, I found out that he is my cousin. While Melo is my cousin from my mother side, Greg on the other hand is my cousin on the fatherside." Grace looked at Greg and he nodded.

He offered a chin lift and a quiet, “Hey.” “Crawl and Dex are my cousins,” Brad explained, stepping forward to clap Ronan’s shoulder. “They live here with me.” “And over here—” Brad motioned to the woman stepping in from the hallway, “—is my sister, Janet. And that’s her mate, Grimm.” Janet’s smile was warm, her hair pulled back in a messy braid, cheeks flushed like she’d just come from the stove. Grimm was towering, all shoulders and shadows, but his expression was surprisingly soft. He had the same eyes as Wallace—gray, calm, and unsettling in how much they saw. “Wallace’s brother,” he said simply, offering me a hand.

he said after letting the phone ring for a bit. I heard about my cousin joining The Harden Group," Vesta laughed. Granger, thank you. In the upcoming days, are you free? I would be delighted to have supper with you. "Your cousin got in on her own merits; there's no need to thank me," Granger said contemptuously. How would he know she got in on her own merit if he hadn't shown a particular interest? Vesta didn't press the matter, but she did smile.

"Yeah, right. Just because a teenage girl shows up, you start imagining things. Now you think I look like a teenage girl." Troy raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? I'm not imagining things. You really do look different today." I didn’t respond further. I shouldn’t have spoken like that to Troy. He might think I was jealous. ‘Oh no! Maybe I am jealous.’ "Do you want juice or water?" I asked after placing the plate with food in front of him. "Water is fine!" he replied, still looking at me. Troy smiled and began enjoying his meal. "The one who came yesterday is my cousin. Grace is the daughter of Aunt Lucy, my mom’s younger sister. Grace has always been clingy to me," Troy explained.