Louisa May Alcott 8 Cousins Novels & Stories

Olivia look through her clothes searching the wardrobe it was after looking deep that she found the bonnet pajama and when she brought it out a sigh escaped her lips. "Oh, Alice" She remember the many times that her cousin came over and they spent all night together watching movies. Then telling scary stories and talking about boys she never really had a lot to say she was far too shy so talk to guys That was not the case for her cousin who was always talking about guys that's were asking her out and she changed a new boyfriend everyday it was actually scary sometimes one time she came over.

But to make one thing clear— I'm not someone they can walk all over. *** That night, the house felt freezing cold. My mom looked at me, clearly upset. "You're really suing Vivian?" "Yes." "For four thousand dollars, you're taking your own cousin to court? You want your aunt's family embarrassed in front of everyone?" I dropped my bag and looked at her. "Vivian swapped out $4,600 worth of hardware. My laptop's basically useless now. Do you know how much work I've already lost because of this?"

My cousin had been pretending to be mentally disabled and freeloading at my house for five years. He scared off two of my ex-girlfriends and drained my parents’ retirement savings. This time, he set his sights on my cunning girlfriend, who was a company president, and sneaked into the guest room. He ended up pinned to the floor by her. My mother rushed in and slapped me. “He cannot help the way he is, but what is your excuse? Couldn’t you just let it go?” My girlfriend remained perfectly calm. She pulled up three months of security footage and said in a flat tone, “You might want to save your outrage until you see what your precious boy’s been doing every night.”

"We'd seen you before. Come here, I've missed you" It was Alicia, the only girl, and only cousin and family member who was the same age as her, thus having a much more closer relationship than the rest of the family. Lena only rolled her eyes playfully as she let Alicia pull her into that embrace. Maybe they'd lost connection a bit because of Alicia's trip to France to further her studies. "How are you doing?" "I'm fine." Alicia said shutting the door after they'd finished embracing. "Mom, dad?"

All of a sudden, Titus asked brutally, “Who were you trying to avoid that you had to undergo plastic surgery? How did you offend those powerhouses?” Rebecca opened her mouth and said, “The Jones family is a bit complicated. I have a cousin who’s my uncle’s daughter. She’s very pretty, and many say that she looks like my aunt. She also bears a slight resemblance to Mom. Ever since I returned, Granny and Uncle have been treating me very well and trying their best to make it up to me. My cousin, whom they had been pampering earlier, was probably jealous and kept finding faults with me. Later… because her childhood sweetheart fell in love with me, our relationship turned sour.”

Cobb paused, furrowing his brow as he looked around the crowded grounds. "Actually, Nesha, where is the youngest?" "Lewis is fourteen, Cobb. Where do you think he is?" Nesha replied smoothly, settling into her seat with a serene smile. "He's back at the food tents. He's been eating his body weight in Lettie's biscuits since sunrise." Reagan leaned over in her seat, her golden eyes wide with awe as she looked at Emerald. "Wait. You have six cousins? How on earth did you survive moving into a house with six Alpha-blooded boys?"

Through the open front door, I saw them. Uncle Sam was at the front, his hands raised slightly in apology. Behind him, three more men. My other uncles. And behind them, my cousin Jack, who was as wide as he was tall and built like a man who spent his days in a gym, and another of my cousin Lisa, who had once spat at my feet at a family funeral and called me an animal. Suitcases. They had brought luggage. My grandmother was already arguing with Uncle Sam in the doorway.

She wrapped her long, slender arms around my neck in a graceful posture that gave her an air of elegance and refinement. Louisa was my cousin. She was three years younger than me. Growing up, I have always considered her my best friend. She had got long, fiery hair that cascaded down her back in soft waves, giving her a wild and untamed appearance. Her big brown eyes were bright and expressive, full of intelligence and curiosity. They seemed to sparkle with mischief and playfulness, hinting at her fun-loving nature.

Grandma watches Aunt Alami with pure disdain crisscrossed into her usual scowl. When we enter the house, the familiar odour of having too many people in the house hits my nose. Seven cousins, three Aunts and an Uncle came to grieve with us. They have been here since Luc's death. I am tired of accommodating my three female cousins, all of whom are older than I in the small room that I share with Krystal. My Aunts, Uncle and Grandparents have taken over the parlour, sleeping there every night.

I would like to share a story as well as ask for some advice from the experts in this group. This has been scaring me as well as my mother. It started around two years ago and had been continuing for some time. I’m talking about my younger brother, but before I start with him, I’ll begin with my cousin. It all started with her. There are eight of us cousins on Mama’s side, and let me introduce you to our eldest cousin named Francine. She is so demure, quiet, and very studious. But she’s not the type of quiet as in stoic. She also knows how to socialize, but in an educated kind of way.