Louisa May Alcott 8 Cousins Novels & Stories

Abel’s hand paused, and he stared at her through his deep, dark eyes. Ruth was very honest. She did not need to lie about such a romantic secret. She continued, “You’ve heard about the person I was just talking to. She’s the author of The Gate to the Heart and my cousin.” A hint of understanding flashed across Abel’s deep eyes. As expected, her aunt was not celibate. This explained why she had the Cavendish family’s help. “It’s your turn!” Ruth added. “Very few people know that I have a cousin. My secret counts as a big one! You have to exchange it with a secret of the same magnitude!”

I patted Tanya's face before turning to Naomi. "Letitia, come here. Take a look at them. Doesn't Tanya look a lot like Naomi?" Startled by my sudden action, Tanya shook in fear. She looked at Naomi in panic but dared not say anything. Letitia's eyes flitted between the two before she exclaimed exaggeratedly, "They look exactly the same! It was as if they were carved out of the same mold!" Grandma was a sharp woman. She instantly understood what I was implying. Without even flinching, she instructed Peter, "Have someone look into Naomi's cousin's family. Also, see what Naomi did before she worked as a caregiver."

"Angel and I are cousins since she is the daughter of Emily. This would mean that we are relatives. Is this a green light for me to publicly befriend Angel then?" Meadow was speechless upon hearing about it. Azalea must be out of her mind, right? Madelyn and Emily were not related by blood at all. How was it logical for Azalea and Angel to be cousins then? Besides, Angel did not look like one who would be friendly with Azalea judging by her personality. Meadow thought about it and reminded her, "Azalea, let us imagine that you are in Angel's shoes. Would you reunite with a so-called cousin if she is powerless and has no capabilities at all? You need not forget that your mother and Emily are

"Yeah, Ethan's decent, but way too uptight. Still holding a grudge after all these years. If he ever needs Jason and Summer? Good luck." Jason waltzed over, fake smile in place, pride flashing in his eyes. He raised his wine glass and stopped right in front of me. "Ethan, don't let them get to you. I'm still your cousin. If you ever need anything, I'm here." Summer let out a snort. "Seriously, grow up. Learn how to deal with people. Just look at you—total train wreck."

I look at the folder on the table. At the unsent letter. At Bren. “Your family and mine,” I say. “Have been finding each other for longer than either of us can document.” “Yes,” she says. “Your great-aunt or grandmother or whoever Bren was to you and Ayla,” I say. “Their bond. Which was filed and had the names removed and which Ayla found and added the notation to.” “Yes,” she says. “And your cousin Edrin and my mother,” I say. “Yes,” she says.

I denied, causing Liam to laugh. Initially, everyone had gone to help her pack her belongings, but in the end, he just sprawled on my bed while we did the heavy lifting. " Don't even try to explain it, my little learner of Van Gogh, it's a family tradition. All the Waldorfs are proud Gray Foxes and join the top sororities and fraternities," he reported, "Except for Robert, my cousin, who rebelled and went to Denver.” Allie paid no attention to her cousin, folding her clothes neatly before putting them in her large pink suitcase.

Clung to the hem of my dress but studied the two children not far off. Milla was still stuffing her face with cookies whilst Conan stood up, a smile on his little lips. Louisa backed off. Romano detached himself from me. Padded to his grandmother and her waiting arms. On instinct, the boy wrapped himself in her embrace. Tucked a lip between his front teeth. He was studying the approaching Conan with reluctance. Noted the small shifts in the older boy's movements. He was cautious but excited. He had never had cousins before. "Conan, this is Romano, your younger cousin." My mother introduced them.

But not as much as I love my Pryce. This woman is my everything, and together with our two wonderful and adorable sons, Preston and Bradley, who we can't have if not because of the enormous help of two fantastic witch doctors, my Aunt Alexandra C. Williams and my dear cousin, Cassandra Williams-Smith. And we are planning to have more children. I’m super duper excited about it now.

And try, I have. Despite my college experience being different than the average twenty-year-old student, it didn’t take away from the fact I was now a sophomore in college. I wasn’t completely alone. My cousin Sofia and her friend Liliana, both now living with Aunt Marie and Uncle Nicolas, were also students at SDSU. Sofia almost had the credits to be a sophomore, while Liliana was only beginning her courses.

Although, there were those rare cases where the Goddess would pair someone with mates who were not identical multiples. Alpha Dawson was my uncle. He was two years older than my mother. Then there were two aunts. Lynn was three years younger than my mother, and Darla who was five years younger than my mother. There were quite a few cousins in the mix as well. I tried to remember each name, but there were twenty-one people in the room. Luckily, Alpha Dawson chuckled and said that they all answered to pretty much any name. We got comfortable, and drinks got passed around. The peach sweet tea was very delicious and something that I felt was necessary to start making at home.