I Love My Cousin Shirt Novels & Stories

I opened my mouth to redirect the conversation, already reaching for something, anything, to talk about instead, and he cut across it before I got there. "I know why you wear them." He said it quietly, his voice dropping enough that it was just for me despite the noise of the gym around us. My heart dropped straight to the floor. "What?" "Your cousin." He held my gaze, steady and unreadable, "You don't want to look identical to her. I watched the two of you yesterday. You both barely held back the glares. You don't like each other." I stared at him open mouthed. "I—" The stutter came out, "That's not—we just—"

I let out an exhale and turned back to the drawer, ready to continue the search when my eyss fell on a fitted shirt. I pulled it out... a deep blue that would make the purple in my eyes almost glow. This shirt had been a gift from Corwin. I could still remember the day he gave it to me. "Come on, River, you hardly have any shirts. Take this." "No, I don't need it." He found a way to hide the shirt here. Oh no, this was not the time and place to even cry. I held the shirt against my body, waiting for Zach's judgement. It didn't come, and that meant it was good

Eranthe smirked, "Well, you'll have to get used to it from now on." Justin jokingly remarked, "You two siblings get along really well." Colin: ... Eranthe: ... How did he figure that out? Justin patted Colin on the shoulder and whispered, "Elder Cousin, is your card also knockoff from an unofficial store? How did you get it? Can you help me get one too? It would be so impressive to bring it out." Colin stared at the hand that patted his shoulder, wishing he could just take off this piece of clothing and throw it away.

Casmien's POV I hurry to my room where I put on a pair of trousers with one of my favorite T-shirts, a yellow Louis Vuitton T-shirt, a pair of sneakers of the same brand and a face cap belonging to the same company. I always love going on to-match whenever I want to go outside.

It's freaking driving me insane, a relentless drumbeat of lust echoing in my ears, and I am hard as hell in my pants right now, a throbbing testament to her undeniable allure. I quickly avert my gaze, forcing my eyes away from the magnetic pull of her presence, just as one of my cousin brothers approaches. His name is Stanley, and he’s a good kid, always enthusiastic. He flashes a wide, genuine smile as he comes close, holding out a glass. "Yo, brother! Taste this! I told you I was good at making lemonade. This is one of my latest recipes, a secret blend!"

“I have someone I love and hold very dear to my heart as well, so I can relate, but I might just retaliate if you keep locking my shirt.” “You-” he was speaking the truth, but the arrogance he was now wearing on his sleeves was something that got to me. “Really, I agree that Chloe is beautiful, but have you seen my cousin? She's my bane of existence, but I can tell you that she and only her will be the death of me. Chloe is just a friend and I will never see her as more than just my first real friend, but I could never have those feelings towards her, so leave my shirt already,” he said as he brought his hand over my knuckles and I released him.

I was interested in learning more about the origin of such information. There were three separate instances in which my cousin's eyes darted back and forth. She made sure I couldn't see the clothes she was wearing by turning around and ensuring that I couldn't see them. As a result, she prevented me from seeing them and ensured that I couldn't see them. Due to the fact that Fatima bit the lower part of her lip, it now has an extremely fishy odor. I was certain that I had worn that shirt at some point in the past; however, I was unable to recall either when or where I had worn it. It had the look of a man's shirt due to the fact that it was baggy and had a style that is typically associated w

he asked then looked at us. Just in time, my cousins came out who were already dressed and were very happy because of the clothes they had chosen. Azariah's dress is blue while Aliona's is red. They were even surprised to see that I was also dressed. "Wow! Our cousin is sexy, look, Aliona." "Yes, yes. Hmm..." "What are you? Ali chose this and he wanted me to wear it," I said shyly. I'm not really used to having everyone's attention on me.

I’m drawn to some tie-dye training bras so I grab one in all the sizes they have, throw them into the cart, and quickly move on. A woman with a chin bob, and a bored looking tween daughter on her cellphone, takes pity on me when she notices the lost look on my face between the racks of neon leggings and rainbow shirts. I lie easily, telling her my nieces are coming to stay with us for a while, as she asks me questions about the girls to help me guess their sizes. I owe this random woman in Walmart big time, and she is a true Moon send, seeming to know just what a four-year-old and eleven-year old needs. The shoes were more of a gamble, but we did the best we could. Though I choose the small

My cousin. My cousin was a sneaky bitch. She was exactly like her mother. Greedy, mean, and fake. When I lived in their house, my life was a living hell. My cousin made sure of it. She used to steal my things all the time. If I had a nice shirt, it went missing. If Leo bought me a small necklace for my birthday, it disappeared from my room. I always found my things in her closet later.