My Cousin Maria Schneider Novels & Stories

Linda was very satisfied, she held Maria’s arm, and while Maria wasn't paying attention, she kissed her cheek. "You're lucky to have a husband, but I'm lucky to have you! I wish I had a sister like you." Suddenly thinking of something, she snorted angrily, "Mia really doesn't know how good she has it. Even though you're not her real sister, you're still her cousin. If she were nicer to you, you would definitely treat her even better." "Forget about her." Maria picked up a piece of sweet and sour ribs with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth,

I rubbed my forehead and looked down “what happened? That girl was your life force” “it's complicated. I just... I can't explain it here” I shuttered “sort things out with her. She doesn't deserve to be with that punk. She's not even happy with him” he said and I furrowed my brows “who?” I asked “Fred Buenos. Claudia's cousin” he answered “Fred Buen...” I paused and gritted my teeth “so that guy is Claudia's cousin. What the heck is he doing with my Mari!” I said in a yell but not loud enough

It is four-thirty in the morning. She will be on shift. Do you have a cousin named Lucia in Albuquerque? I text. Her response comes in two minutes. Maria, she says. Her name is Maria. She married a construction worker three years ago. I went to the wedding. Why? I look at the text. I look at the window. I think about what to say. Then I text: Her husband just built the gathering place at Mira Seca. A very long pause. Then Diane: What. And their daughter, I text. Seven years old. Her teacher is Cora Runningwater, who carries the eighth.

“He’s my cousin, Maya.” “Distant.” She said it like it was obvious. Like the word fixed everything. “And even if he wasn’t, you already know that doesn’t matter to either of you. I saw the way he looked at you when I walked in. That was not cousin energy.” Maya leaned her shoulder against mine. “You called him when everything fell apart. He answered. He moved mountains. Now you’re here. Stop waiting for the other shoe to drop and let yourself have this one thing, Anna. Just once.”

We were kissing on the couch when Caroline came in. ‘She socked you in the jaw, didn’t she?’ Maria asked in a soft husky whisper. Nina shook her head. ‘No, she did not. Your cousin’s wife is nothing but a gossip-monger. If she can’t keep her husband happy that’s hardly my fault.’ ‘Oh no, Nina, I don’t blame you. I’m all for you having an affair with Stephan. All for it. I wish I could pluck up the courage to sleep with Garry, but then he’s always drunk.’

, he gestured at her kneeling position with her laughing her ribs out and hitting on the floor. "You tell a very good story, wait until my best friend, Athina hears this, I swear she's worse than I am", Maria guffawed. "Seriously!", he arched his brow, while his eyes widened on their own accord. "She should not even know about this, but anyways... I was a dumbass and my cousin, Giannis was a dumbassest, he was dumber than dumbest, but the funny part of it is that I fucking love him", Colton declared.

She then turned to me with a huge smile on her face. “Hello, dear, I’m Maria. I’m so happy to have you in our home. I’ve been waiting for my grandson to find his mate for so long, and you’re finally here.” She pulled me into a hug, and it felt like I was hugging my own grandmother. It was perfect. “Thank you for having me. I’m really excited to meet everyone.” Maria was about to say something else when she suddenly stopped and took a small step back, looking me up and down. “Matteo, have you told Giana yet?”

The only woman being his wife, he told everyone he had. I would always have two mothers, one of them is the one who raised me, the other birthed me. I turned back to the screen to see one of our neighbours, Mrs Schneider, the elderly woman who migrated from Germany, staring at the camera and my house- Alvarez's house, from time to time. Her eyes sparked hate and disgust as she cleared her throat to speak. Why am I scared of the words about to come from her lips? She never liked me or Maria, but always idolized Alvared no matter what

"He's always been so serious and intense. You must have a magic touch to have him smiling the way he's been." I laughed at that, feeling a genuine warmth bloom in my chest as I said, "He's not so tough once you get past the glare." Lucia winked and said, "That's what we like to hear. Come and sit with us. Would you like some wine?" Before I could answer, a glass of deep red wine was pressed into my hand by Cousin Maria, a bubbly woman in her thirties with curly hair and a freckled nose. She was married to Jacob, one of the cousins I'd met earlier, and she looped her arm through mine like we were old friends and said, "Ignore the men, my dear. They'll talk business all night. We're the fun on

The cousin lived in a small house on a quiet street. Luca knocked on the door. A woman opened it. Dark hair. Dark eyes. She looked like Lena. Like Marcus. She asked who we were. Luca told her. Her face went pale. She said her name was Marie. She was Marcus's cousin. She had heard about the twins. About the deaths. About Derek. She asked why we were there. Luca said we wanted to know if she was a threat. Marie said no. She was just curious. She had not seen Marcus in years. She wanted to know what had happened to her family.