Louisa May Alcott 8 Cousins Novels & Stories

Layla, my cousin, exclaims. "Tell me that my eyes are deceiving me," Luc, her twin brother, says. "What does she want?" He asks their mother. "She says she built this house or something like that." Aunt Celia's lips curl up. "Tell them what you have been telling me," she motions towards the twins. "May I please come in?" I give them a polite smile. My twin cousins are a few months older than me. They made my life a nightmare when we were young, and their parents let them. They have a younger sister called Nora who is three years younger than me, and she was the only one who was kind to me.

Chrissy giggled. I grinned. Kam did text me that Kimi came home jealous of the new female scents around my house. She has nothing to worry about, but the fact she’s jealous means she feels something for me, right? More than just friendship? The door opened, and Mrs. Graycort was standing in the doorway. “Nate! What a wonderful. . . .” she paused and was trying not to grin, “surprise! Who are these lovely ladies?” I couldn’t help but grin. “Mrs. Graycort, these are my cousins from Boston. My Aunt Cass’s girls, Christine and Chastity Mactire.”

It was a truly perfect setting. After a brief rest, we descended from the rooms to find a delightful lunch awaiting us. Aunt Sophia had prepared a feast fit for royalty. As we sat down to indulge, my other cousins greeted us warmly. It was heartwarming to see how we had all grown and blossomed into beautiful and handsome individuals. Among them were Rea and Mie, my dearest girlfriends, who had stood by me through thick and thin. Their brothers, Josh and Andrew, were like brothers to me, sharing a bond that had only strengthened over the years.

I was still confused about how they knew each other and how awfully familair they were but… “You are still as annoying as ever, cousin. I’m glad to see that you have not changed a bit.” “Cousin? I would rather not let people know that we are related to each other.” Alaric shuddered a bit and I gaed at the both of them. What did I just hear? Cousin? They were cousins? Ava Laurent and Alaric Vale were related to each other? Did I hear wrongly?

Victoria and Mark walked to the house; her relatives had already arrived. She greeted them and introduced Mark. Her cousins became excited when they saw the handsome brother-in-law. They wished that they could marry him. “You are such a handsome young man,” said Auntie Rebecca. She was Mr Lewis’ younger sister. She was a spinster. Mark smiled at her; Victoria’s cousins felt butterflies in their stomachs. “Wow, your smile makes me weak in my knees,” said Sylvia, one of the cousins. She stared at Mark as if she wanted to eat him up.

She adjusted it up to her temple, gawking at both her sister and niece. Consly Lyndon was a beautiful forty-five-year old woman, strong face, and tense. She was married to a influential Indian/English man, Kalman Lyndon, who was a senator in Iceland. Consly had pride in her beauty, and Louisa looked nothing like her. She resembled her father in everything, she only had her mother's hair colour, black. Louisa swallowed a lump on her throat, and threw a look at her aunt, her eyes pleading for help. But aunt Caroline fixed her eyes back into her magazine. "I went to, uh, Nadia's place to let her know about the netball practice," Louisa answered.

I had no idea how many cookies a little girl could need, but she seemed to adapt to decor as many of them as she could for all of her classmates and Pack’s friends. … it was already her second bunch, and now I knew why my aunt had given me extra money while saying it was for cookies… Lorelei had a little issue that enough was, well… never enough to her. “Another one for me, Lorey? But you already gave me one earlier,” but none of that bothered me other than learning that Ryan and my cousin were close to each other. She ran to him as soon as she picked up his scent among the crowd, jumping into his arms as if he were one of our family members.

Annesa and Eryx had arrived, but this time they were accompanied by their own children: fourteen-year-old Althea, whose sharp, intelligent eyes and poised posture were a mirror image of her mother, and twelve-year-old Lucas, who inherited his father's quiet, analytical nature along with his dark hair and striking silver eyes. Liora came running through the double doors first, her dark curls bouncing as she spotted her cousins. "Althea! Lucas!" Liora cheered, skipping over to hug Althea’s waist before tugging enthusiastically on Lucas’s coat sleeve. "Come see! She's awake! Lyra is awake!" Althea smiled, adjusting her velvet cloak as she offered a graceful greeting. "Slow down, Liora. We came

“That is her ID, but that other photo is not of Brook. That’s her cousin Bethany.” “She has a cousin?” asked Sarah. “Yes, she has two brothers, I can’t remember their names. Her and her brothers were a couple years older than us. She has quite a few cousins. I remember Bethanny from the diner, she used to come in and bus tables before Alsie started working there. Brook’s cousins didn’t go to school with us. They didn’t live here on the packlands they were hybrids.” “That’s good information. But what is a packland and what are they hybrid of?” questioned Sarah

Vanya would never forgive any of us if Betsy died because of us. “How are her wounds?” she asked. “They’ll heal,” I told her, “but some might scar.” She shook her head. “Such a shame.” Pushing the empty plate away, I leaned forward and lowered my voice. “What does the word cousin mean?” “It’s a child of someone’s uncle or aunt,” Betsy explained. “An aunt or uncle is family...like a brother and sister.” “Melanie had no brothers or sisters,” I muttered. “She has a sister.”