Is It Wrong To Marry Your Cousin Novels & Stories

"She's always been stubborn like that." After Margot leaves, the three of us remain in uncomfortable silence. Finally, Kade speaks. "So. We're cousins. Technically." I blink at the statement. "Second cousins, but yes." "That's... weird. Right? That's weird." He's spiraling slightly. "I rejected my second cousin. I'm having a baby with my second cousin. My son is technically—" "Many pack bloodlines intermarry distant relations." Kieran cuts off his brother's panic. "It's not uncommon. Second cousins is genetically distant enough that it's not concerning."

“Sandra, I am not worried about that. There is something else that worries me. I cannot believe that Frank was in love with my mother.” Yvonne Yates showed a bitter smile. “Although they are not related by blood, I still feel uncomfortable thinking about…” Sandra was startled. The matter Yvonne was worried about was a bit unacceptable. She pondered and replied, “Yvonne, Frank and your mother are not related by blood. The marital law in our country prohibits marriages between blood relatives of direct descent and blood relatives of collateral descents within three generations. It is not illegal for Frank to fall in love with your mother, not to mention that nothing happened between them. Fran

And coincidentally, we’re married, so my position is far higher than Franco’s. “I married her before I knew you had a relationship with her, Franco. So, I’m here to warn you.” I took a deep breath. “You know I’m usually not this nice to people who try to mess with what’s mine. But you’re my cousin, and I still remember that clearly. So, don’t make me change my mind.” “That marriage isn’t legal, right?” Franco retorted, “Cassie never said anything about the marriage.” “Because we agreed to hide it,” I shrugged.

I said to them as I stormed out, still bitterly annoyed by their sudden attitude. And who said marriage has anything to do with managing a company? All my cousins who are married, I can see how well they've been doing in handling their businesses- by causing trouble from one end to the other, sometimes Grandma will talk to me to help them sort their messes, and if marriage is supposed to determine how good someone can handle a company, why am I then doing better than them?

Not because she doesn't like her but because deep down she felt like Sophia was only getting married to her brother so that she could be Luna and nothing else. "He was to marry his half-sister?" Ama asked, confused. For a moment, she thought she heard wrong. "It's not new among members of our Pack. As long as they are not of the same mother then they could get married," said Madeline. She never felt good about that kind of marriage, she found it uncomfortably and indecent. If it was up to her, she would have loved to get rid of something like that but with the elders around, she knows it would be impossible.

"Maria? Our aunt? The one who ran away?" "Yes." "Okay," Spadino says slowly. "So she’s our cousin. Big deal. Cousins marry all the time in Sicily. It’s... it’s fine. It’s not great, but it’s fine." He is bargaining. He is trying to find a loophole. He is trying to save the girl. Aureliano shakes his head. "It’s not fine," he says. He leans forward. He plants his elbows on the desk. He buries his face in his hands.

said a tall man, "when you're just a lowly woman who happens to have a bit of Wattson family blood." "And you're always so stupid, Wilson," Caraline retorted. "You bastard!" Wilson half-stood up with his index finger pointed at Caraline's face. "Come on, Wilson." Catherine coded the man to sit back down. "We're not here to argue. As a family, we should be happy that our beloved cousin just got married." "This woman is not part of the Wattson family at all. Her father had been banished from the family for daring to marry a poor woman. It's lucky that people still think you exist today," Wilson explains.

Mama Serena's eyes widened. "Dad!" it disobeys. Grandfather laughed. "I'm just practicing dear, in case it's too late for both." I don't know why the two look pale. When we finished having lunch with Mom Selma, I found out the reason for both of them being pale. "It's on Don Sebastian's mother's side, his youngest cousins." Being a widower is especially common in men. Rumor has it that they are cursed, so that's what he always says to them. Maybe it won't happen to them, dear; the source of that speculation is a distant relative of Don Sebastian. "It's like the old man only uses it to scare his grandchildren." I nodded. That's why the two reacted just like that earlier; marriage is not depen

“Because even when it’s corrected—the word *siblings* exists. People will remember it.” A pause. “And because the correction still shows we’re cousins,” Elias added. “Which is still complicated.” Maya looked at him. “Is it?” she asked. “For us—is cousins actually the obstacle he thinks it is?” A long silence filled the car. “No,” Elias said finally. “It isn’t.” The words hung between them—simple, honest, and heavier than either of them had expected. Maya felt something shift in her chest, not uncomfortable, but real. She didn’t look away. Neither did he.

Before I could reply, she went on. “I’m so sick of the whole blue-blood world. Shit, it’s like the Westminster dog show. The breeding pool is getting smaller and smaller. Pretty soon the only way to maintain pedigree will be to marry siblings or cousins!” “Patrick did give me a suspicious look this morning.” Her anger simmered. “He’s not really my cousin. Other than the fact that he’s gay, we could marry.” “He’s not?” My back straightened. How many fake family members was she going to claim?