Unscramble Cousins Novels & Stories

I ran my hand through my hair, tugging at the roots. My mother simply shrugged, "I see no problem. At least you're not related to a whole lot of strangers from around North America. You're related within the family. It can be messed up but your cousins are meant to be like your siblings anyway. In this case, they just happen to be both your cousins and siblings." Maybe my mother had a point but it didn't change how fucked up the entire situation was. I couldn't help but wonder if uncle Ray's children knew about all of this.

“I know that both of you were cousins, but this could make things complicated for Hans.” Hans. Not that name again.

Chimere and the soon-to-come alpha would be the greatest of cousins. “Here comes the bride” Laurana announced

I completely bull shit my way through. "Oh ok, well I guess I could talk to Jordan for you. But no promises I'm afraid." "Ok great, thanks Brad. Just wondering, what is your cousins surname?" I ask. "Surname? Well err, it's... erm... I don't know?" He stumbles over his words, scratching the back of his neck. Poor Brad. He cannot lie to save his life.

My cheeks became numb after being hit by almost thirty pairs of cheeks. Most of my uncles are already married and have children in the same age as me or a bit older than me. The only one who isn’t married is uncle Matthew, maybe he’s the youngest who are often has a naughty side like a teenager. And he's only nine years older than me. I have fourteen cousins ​​most of whom are over the age of twenty -five and the younger one is fourteen years old who is uncle Caleb's daughter. Some of my cousins ​​are already married and have children. While others are single or may have a boyfriend or girlfriend or are engaged.

"Hey Juliette!' Juliette looked up with a smile as Jazz walked in. She needed some positivty right now, and Jazz seemed the main source of it. "Can I ask you something?" she asked merrily, as she sat next to Juliette. Juliette nodded, wondering if it would be completely pointeless, or smart. "You can ask." "What is your cousins name?" Jazz asked randomly, clasping he hands on her lap. Juliette frowned, wondering again where this was going. "Why?" Juliette asked. She had to remember that she had told Jazz and Jaxon that Ace was her cousin. Same species maybe, but surely not related.

“Wait hold on you’re saying Rowan is dad for all of us but Kacy is the step one for me and Saphira and your uncle so we’re not even real cousins we’re step siblings basically is that what you’re telling me right now because that sounds like you’re just saying whatever to make the almost kiss seem less weird.” Renaldo stepped closer, his voice dropping but rushing out fast like he needed to get it all out before I shut him down. “Yeah exactly I so the cousin label was always off it’s step siblings at worst Sara not blood and I know it’s still messed up but it’s not the end of the world right.”

"My father was your uncle." "WHAT?!" Romnick nearly fell over. Aiva actually dropped her weapon. James looked ready to resign. Even Damien's ocean blue eyes slightly widened and immediately return to his scowl which was saying something. Adrian laughed weakly. "Yeah." Cinthye didn't know what to say or react. Because somehow their family tree had become even more complicated. Cinthye stared. "You mean—" Adrian nodded. "I'm your cousin." Damien looked offended. "You're alive."

Bran said, “but I am going to tell you a twisted secret if you promise not to tell anyone.” “I promise,” I said, shamelessly staring at his smooth neck and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke. I’m fucking pathetic, but don’t blame me. He looks so unreal—like a god in human form. The type of boy who would appear in my silly fantastical dreams and sweep me off my feet. “My parents were cousins,” Bran said. “First cousins who fell in love.” My jaw dropped. I mean, that’s not unbelievably wild, but it’s still shocking.

“This is my cousin Mike, that handsome guy in the corner is my Uncle Eddie, and this is cousin Ronald.” Giani continued listing off names of his extended family members, and I tried my best to follow, but I knew I’d never be able to keep everyone's names straight. I could only imagine Aubrey sitting at a Thanksgiving table, trying to memorize how everyone was related to Giani. “Please join us, Shelby,” one of Giani’s many uncles said. Giani grabbed me a chair and sat next to me at the end of the table. “So what is it you do, Miss Shelby?” Uncle Eddie asked me.