Kiss Cousin Novels & Stories

No way I was turning down an opportunity to touch him. “It's amazing. I can't believe how clear the water is here,” I told him. “It's completely different than anything I've ever seen before. Emma was right about this place.” “Emma?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “My cousin. She, um... vacationed here about a year ago.” To say she “vacationed” here was putting it mildly. My cousin, Emma LaRue, had won a trip to this resort and met billionaire Jack Saunders. Their relationship had been in all the papers and tabloids for months. I didn't want to name drop my billionaire relatives, though. It felt too much like bragging. “She met her husband here and never shuts up about how awesome this plac

Florence turned to look at Chester's lifeless body. The sight seemed to knock the breath out of her, and she collapsed into another fit of wrenching sobs. "Why couldn't it have been Ivy who died? She deserves it, just like her parents did… My poor son…" I looked at Florence, then at Marigold Collins, and murmured tremblingly, "How could this happen? Mom, didn't you say Mari was Chester's cousin, and she's just staying temporarily at our family home…"

With Jess as the koumbara and Damian, Eros's cousin, as the koumbaro, the ceremonies went on smoothly until it was time for the kiss! Would he kiss me? It wasn’t compulsory in our tradition, yet butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I waited for him to decide. What would he do?

Their relatives shook my hands and kissed me. Later on, Kian also approached us. "Congratulations, Moo. I'm so proud of you," he greeted me. He immediately hugged me to my surprise. "C-Congrats too," I greeted back. I held back my tears. "Let's talk later, okay?" he whispered to me in a very tender and pleading tone. I didn't say a word but I nodded slowly. We became the target of temptation by his cousins ​​and my cousins. They want us to kiss. And Kian is on it.

He looks at the screen, and his heart drops when he sees that it's a video call from one of his dumbsville cousins, TENZ JER'SEY. The problem with their family is that they have so many fucking cousins. ISAAC is at least fourth cousins with this dude, although he can't even remember how they're related exactly. He would definitely not pick it up if it were some random family member, but TENZ JER'SEY is a member of the KASH MANCHESTER, so that is bound to be work. He does seem to remember TENZ JER'SEY is one of their younger members; he must be about twenty.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

I gaze at her with interest. "What secret?" I asked curiously ,wiping my face with my palm. "Promise you won't tell .....she paused .then continued. " you won't tell your dad" I hesitated . "Okay, yes,I promise"i nodded impatiently. "Well i..... She pressed her lips together like she was about to say something really heavy. "I..kissed my cousin" "What!"I snapped shocked. "French kiss,we made out!!" My jaw dropped. "You did what?"

Changed something in me I couldn’t undo. But before I could drown in the memory of that kiss, I heard voices from a nearby corner of the hall. “I heard Kim’s engagement to Travis was arranged since they were kids. Forger tradition, they say.” “What? Isn’t she like… his cousin?” “Nope. Fifth cousin. It’s all part of their legacy.” The world stopped spinning. A cold fist gripped my chest. I thought it was gossip. But as they went on—naming names, recounting old traditions, whispering secrets—I felt it.

‘I was wondering what kind of primeval lowlife makes a living like this. However heartily she agreed with him that Ryan was a superlative example of primeval lowlife, it wouldn’t do to admit it now. ‘My cousin’s main business is the minicabs,’ she retorted. ‘Anyway, some people think kisso- grams are fun. Normal people, that is.’ He gave her a direct and very penetrating gaze. ‘Like you, you mean.’ ‘Naturally.’ ‘So you’d be tickled pink if some half-naked Tarzan burst in on your civilized dinner?’

“One thing my cousin hasn’t lost after all these years is his temper.” My ears perk up. “Your cousin?” I ask softly, hating how small my voice sounds. “Yeah,” she answers, distracted by what she calls my miraculous healing. I glance down at my stomach—once black and purple with old bruises, now pale, smooth… soft. How is this even possible? “Who’s your cousin?” I ask, pulling myself from spiraling thoughts. “Kieran,” she replies, scribbling notes. “Alpha Kieran, I mean. Did I not mention that?”