Future Cousin Novels & Stories

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

“In the future, I will also be the same as Sabrina. No parents, no close relatives…” “Ruth, your aunt, uncle, and I, we are all your family. You can stay at the Shaw’s in the future. You are a cousin of the Shaw family!” said Marcus. Ruth was speechless.

When Helena heard that Felix suddenly wanted to bring her to the airport with him, she was a little confused, and she asked in surprise, “Go to the airport now? What’s the matter?” Felix explained, “It’s like this. I have a cousin brother who has been living a wandering life for twenty years now. He will be coming back to Eastcliff for the first time today, so Hugh and I are going to pick him up at the airport. You are his future sister-in-law. So, if you have nothing else to do, you should just come with me to pick him up, then.”

I can say that because they’re close friends with my cousin, Rei. It’s actually crazy how me and my cousin are now tangled up with the rich kids in our country. Who would have thought that we would end up in this kind of situation, right? I never wished to be close to them in my whole life, even thought of them as spoiled brats, but guess the universe decided to prove me wrong.

Plopping herself in Zachary’s arms, Serenity yawned and said, “I forgot to talk to you about one thing.” “What’s that?” Zachary took anything that came out of his wife’s mouth seriously—no matter how trivial. “My money-hungry relatives are planning the old switcheroo. They want my cousin to go under the knife to look like me and replace me as Mrs. York.” Zachary glowered. “My cousin is as old as I am. Our dads look a little alike. Plus, we both take after our dads. I guess you can say that we kinda resemble each other. At least, that was what people used to say when we were little.

“Oh, I’ve been craving this. Thanks for the food Mom and also thanks, bro!” After dinner, we stayed late at night because we watched a horror movie. _ I’m already in my room now. I took my phone when it vibrated. From babe #11: See you tomorrow, okay. I love you! I’m about to put my phone back on the side table but it suddenly rang. “Hey, what’s up!” [Hey cousin, want to hang out tomorrow?] He’s my cousin, his father is my dad’s brother. Well, his dad is a good and kind person, not like my father, who just left us for his wife and kids.

Charlene gently removed the first soul’s hands from her face and looked her straight in the eyes, as if a light bulb had just gone off in her brain. “So you’re telling me that my father is a direct descendant of you? I know every Fate is a descendant of yours in this realm, of course, but… my father is actually your grandson?” “If you want to use human terms, then yes!” she said with a smile. “That makes me your great-great-granddaughter?” “You can take some of those ‘greats’ off of there,” she laughed. “You make me sound real old.” Charlene giggled. “Wow! I have a Gi-Gi! How awesome is that! Do you mind if I call you that?”

My hand stilled on the tissue. Something about that voice made the air in my lungs go still. I knew it. I was almost certain I knew it, but that couldn't be right, because the last I heard… I turned slowly. And my heart did something embarrassing. Standing right there was Mick. Millicent's cousin. The same Mick I had been quietly, privately, thoroughly in love with since I was seventeen years old and did not plan to tell anyone ever.

"What kind of contingency plans?" "If they can't use the original owners, they'll use the blood of those closest to them,” Valeria said, her face grim. "Blood relatives," Casie breathed, her gaze snapping to the teenagers. "Maya, Dex, do either of you have siblings? Cousins?" Maya's face paled. "My little brother. He's in foster care in Westside." "I have a cousin in Riverdale," Dex added, his hair draining to a sickly white. "We haven't spoken in years, but we share the same grandmother."

Drttt…Drtttt. PING! [Hi, cousin. Are you busy right now?]