Kiss Cousin Novels & Stories

I laughed at the thought of these children, then someone pulled me back. "Man, you're like the mayor there. Let us. How are you?" Karllo hugged me. He is the founder of NDG and Cj. My cousin too. "That's it! You're really crazy!!" Cristian said. His nickname is Tano. "It's okay, I really missed you. Oh? Maybe you want to let go? Friends." I said to them. They let go. "Cousin, come here!" Kayla said. "Babes, take a shot first." Kim said and handed me a glass of wine. And I drank it right away.

I point my finger at the woman who is crossing her arms around her chest, shows enough of her B-size chest. He cups my face and smiles—a smile that makes me imagine things—wild things. “Abbygail, you shouldn’t get jealous of my cousin. That is Trixie, Patrick’s twin.” He kisses me again and grins against our lips. “Are you sure she’s your cousin? I thought you came here to tell me that you found someone just like we talked about.” I can’t look at him anymore. I just play and smoothen the shirt that I grabbed when I kissed him.

"Excuse me. But who are you?" Drunk Junhui almost answer her but Seungkwan covered his mouth. "W-We are Celine's cousin. I am cousin number 1." Then he mouthed at the two. "Ahh! I am cousin number 2," Hoshi introduced. "I am cousin number 4, I mean, 1? 2? Ah! 3! hehe," Dokyeom, who cannot lie, said. Madam Krissy looked at Junhui. "And what about this handsome fellow?"

“Kayla… this says… it says you and Kang Jin Chen are siblings. Is this real? Is this true?” Kayla nodded, sobbing harder. “It’s true,” she said. “It’s 99.9% sure. Which means… which means what my mom said is true. I have Chen blood. And you have Chen blood too. Which means… which means we’re related, Liam. We’re family. We’re half-siblings.”

his cousin, Alfredo asked as he was trying to light his cigarette that is in between his lips. Kingston let out smoke from his mouth. "Not really." He put his cigarette on the ashtray and pressed the cigarette butt on it to kill its fire. "I'm not a fan of broadcasting the things I'm planning, Alfred. So chill. I have everything well taken care of." Alfredo leaned his head on the wooden drawer and expertly let out smoke to his nose before he groggily put his legs down on the floor, the same position as Kingston. He is technically Kingston's second cousin from Kingston's mother's side yet it always comes out as if he is his first cousin because of their closeness that developed when they were

Not able to look at him again, I kept my head down as I rushed past him, grabbing the door handle. “Charlotte,” He called out, and I froze, knowing I hadn’t told him my name. “Does my nephew not satisfy you? You have to consider hiring an escort?” “Nephew? What do you…” The blood drained from my face as I sobered quickly, finally recognizing the naked man I had just been pressed up against. Derek Moretti, Justin’s uncle. I had almost just kissed my husband’s uncle. “It would be great if we could pretend like I was never here,” I begged, my free hand shaking at my side.

Almost tenderly. — Jade is… my cousin. On my mother's side. Distant, but family nonetheless, you see? I don't say anything right away. My brain grapples with this information. A cousin? What cousin? He never mentioned her to me. — I don't remember you ever telling me about her, I say, my tone calm but acidic. He smiles. Too wide. Too fake. — We reconnected recently. F******k, family research… She's going through a difficult time, she needed a place to land. I thought we could host her for a few days. She's family, after all.

His gaze dropped to my lips, and my breath caught. “Careful there, Mr. Knight,” I warned, trying to sound menacing. “If you pull another stunt like the last party, I won’t hesitate to stab you again— or toss this drink in your smug face.” It was meant to be a threat. Sharp. Final. But the way it came out—light, teasing, almost flirtatious—made him chuckle. That low, infuriating laugh that curled around my spine and made my threat feel like foreplay. Like a coincidence, one of the heirs to a shipping fortune, well, not just an heir but the guy was his cousin too— He leaned a little too close to greet me, and Damon’s grip on my waist hardened.

“It's just, when I look at you, I don't see a hot, sexy woman. I see a little girl in pigtails playing tea party with Chloe. I can't not see that.” I smiled, remembering hundreds of afternoons playing princess with Gabe's little sister while the two older boys ran around outside in the backyard. We'd try to get them to join in on our games, but they both thought we were just stupid girls. “I can't see you as anything but my sister,” he trailed off and made a face. “So, sorry, but blech.” I laughed. To be honest, the idea of kissing Gabe was about as disgusting as the idea of kissing Bastian. I'd rather eat dinner off my shoes after walking through a public park.

“Did you know each other as kids?” She nodded. “We basically grew up together. We had the same foster family. We may have different last names, but he's family. He's as much my brother as anyone can be.” “Oh.” My heart stopped falling. He was her foster brother. Which also explained the use of past tense when referring to his parents. They must have died when he was much younger. “So is Kindling Romance a family business then?” Charlotte laughed as if I had said something wonderfully clever and funny. “Oh, no. It's all Bastian. He's the one who convinced his two friends they actually had a legit idea. When he gets a notion in his head, the rest of us just come along for the ride.”