I Love My Cousin Shirt Novels & Stories

Physically at that. "Hey bro," I heard my cousin's voice soft and steady as he sat beside me. He only wore his pants like I did, since his shirt got lost somewhere in the crossfire, and I gave mine to Zoey after she shifted and shredded her clothes. "Hey" I mumbled before burying my head between my chest and knees again. I didn't feel like talking. "How are you holding up?" I knew what he really wanted to know was how Zoey was doing, but he didn't want to ask directly.

“Mr. Black, don’t be angry. Peter’s in the wrong, but I’ll immediately get my workers to get rid of these bricks. Tomorrow, I’ll personally pick the best marble for you.” Walter snorted, showing that he was not buying it. “John, don’t sweet-talk me! I don’t care how you do your business with your cousin, but you have to give me an explanation today! A hundred thousand dollars’ worth of material turned into a truckload of bricks. Do you really think I’m an idiot?”

Wearing her newest dress, Shelly took a selfie and posted it on her social media with the caption: "Thankful for this wonderful gift from my future cousin-in-law!" Upon seeing Shelly's post, Luna's expression twisted with anger.

Takuto Kimura stood nervously at the door of his grandmother’s house, adjusting the red Tang suit his mom had picked out for him. He looked less like a well-dressed young boy and more like a walking WANGZAI milk candy. The vibrant red fabric clung to him as if it were trying to suffocate him with festive cheer. He could practically feel the judgment of his cousins already. As he took a deep breath, it wasn’t to prepare for family bonding but to brace himself for what he knew would be a battle—his cousin was an all-around child prodigy, and Takuto had no intention of being outperformed today.

I didn’t want to wear the shirt, but I promised André I would because he had it specially ordered just for me. It was an ombre shirt that started as white around the collar, then blended into blue, to purple, and ended at pink with the words ‘Not the Papa’ in black script. He has an interesting sense of humor. Yes, I know the colors in this order are the bisexual flag. I'm certain my cousin knows it, too. He probably took great joy in designing it this way. I will only wear it and not complain because it is the day his children will be born.

“She's sweet and damn beautiful. Although, there are still many things I'd like to know about her.” “Hmmmm, I wish I had met someone as spontaneous too at the party.” I laugh at my cousin, but reply nothing to him. I ready myself for my evening date with Eno, hoping endlessly that she doesn't call to cancel. I slip in a casual white and gold strip, buttoned-up shirt over a black jeans trousers. I debate between wearing a pair of sneakers or a simple pair black shoe. I finally choose the shoe before wearing the Gold Rolex watch my sister gave to me on my birthday.

With a deep breath, I picked out a simple outfit, a loose-fitting shirt and a pair of comfortable jeans. The shirt was made of soft, cool cotton, the kind that felt like a gentle caress against my skin. It was a pale blue color, the same hue as the sky on a clear summer day. The fabric flowed around me like a gentle breeze, as if wrapping me in a comforting embrace. The sleeves were long, covering my arms and offering a sense of protection. The neckline was high, too, almost up to my chin, shielding me from prying eyes.

Wearing her newest dress, Shelly took a selfie and posted it on her social media with the caption: "Thankful for this wonderful gift from my future cousin-in-law!" Upon seeing Shelly's post, Luna's expression twisted with anger.

I hadn’t even noticed Maël sitting there in the living room. I watched him stand and position himself in front of me. My eyes traced the half-buttoned suit jacket, his white dress shirt, and those perfectly tailored trousers. He was barefoot. I lifted my gaze higher, and the darkness wasn’t enough to hide the intensity in his expression. "What are you talking about?" I nearly whispered. He exhaled slowly. "Delu," he gripped my shoulders, locking his eyes on mine, "just answer me one thing. I’m begging you." My throat went dry the moment I heard his restrained voice. "Do you really love my cousin?"

Graham made a few notes in her notebook, giving Mom and Dad a glowing review. "Thank you for your time," she said before she and Ms. Porter stood up to leave. All of a sudden, Izzy choked out a sob and said, "Ms. Graham, can you please talk to my younger cousin, Melanie, for me? She always treats me like I'm her enemy. I just want us to get along peacefully." Ms. Graham frowned at Mom and Dad. Mom's smile stiffened, and she quickly explained, "Children always compete for attention. It's just normal—"