Darling Reunion Novels & Stories

“We haven't seen each other in months, you stopped taking my calls, then you show up suddenly and can't even hug me properly?” The air stiffened around us. Even our dark reflection lingered for far too long on the patio glass. “I’ve come to call off the engagement.” He replied. “What?” I paled. “You heard me, Ophelia.”

Neither Damien nor I agreed to let her out of the house since she was shot by Jameson until she was properly healed. “This is the first ever family reunion that I’m not looking forward to,” she commented as we got into the car. “I still don’t understand why we have to go. Jameson is only going to be slightly annoyed, but I’m sure he wouldn’t care about our presence at his party.” “We’re not just going there to fulfil all righteousness,” Damien told her. “We have something to finish.” For the rest of the ride, Darla told me about all the times that Damien and Jameson went head to head, right from when they were preteens to now, with both of them in their forties.

"I'm not dumb or mute!! You don't have to scream and even talk at high volumes like you are doing now!! Actually you're talking to me or looking for trouble!! We haven't seen each other in years but you haven't changed you're still someone annoying and selfish!!" It was the woman's birthday and today she was reunited with her ex-boyfriend. she felt completely confused and annoyed. she didn't understand why God had to reunite her with people from the past? Dollan got up from the floor then patted his buttocks and his face looked very angry that he couldn't accept being yelled at and berated by his ex-girlfriend. Walked over to Baby, held Baby's beautiful face with his palm and then gave her a

Then he let the doors shut and went back down to the lobby where Reid's documents were still in his hand, completely forgotten until this moment. That evening all of them were at dinner. Zachary, Isla, Reid, Wren, Caden, Odette, Sloane. Eight people around a table in a restaurant in Covent Garden that Reid had found, all exposed brick and warm lighting and the kind of menu that required actual decisions. Eight people who had come together through the particular circumstance of one man's diagnosis and one woman's installation contract and everything that had happened between those two things. The conversation was easy in a way that surprised Isla every time it happened. Not performed easy, no

“It’s nothing.” “Right. You’re smiling at the walls.” They both laughed. Isabel sat on the arm of the couch, nudging Mercy with her foot. Mercy pulled out her phone and swiped through something. “Okay. So the reunion’s officially spread out over three nights. First night is a dinner, second’s the themed party thing, and the last night is just brunch and goodbyes.” Isabel nodded and grabbed her phone from her pocket, her fingers moving quickly as she started typing. “Theme?”

She spoke in an aggrieved tone, "Oh, children these days! After they've grown up and become capable, they start despising their own grandmother! "We thought it'd be good to give her the opportunity of caring for her ailing grandmother, and yet she had the audacity to be disgusted! Not only does she refuse to care for her grandmother, but she's also talking back to her family! What a heartless young woman! Oh, heavens!" Elderly people loved to gossip. When they heard Aunt Maria's words, they quickly joined in on the discussion. "Isn't she the daughter-in-law of the Warren family? Why is she out here crying during the New Year celebrations?"

Genevieve whispered back, her eyes welling up with tears too "I'm here." "Oh." Emilia released a gasp and returned Genevieve's hug, holding her tightly just to make sure that she won't disappear. She couldn't believe it! The mother and daughter spend moments in each other's arms, with Alvaro waiting patiently by the porch. It was like a reunion, like they didn't see each other for years. It was barely two weeks. He understood, though. Mama Emilia cleared her throat and looked at Alvaro behind her eyelashes. "Good morning, Mr. Dominguez. To... what do I owe this pleasure?"

I think that would be cool, I have never seen identical twins in person. Just as we are about to leave for the rehearsal, Darren gets a call. Looking at each other, I get Miah ready and put her in the car. I over hear him talking to Jake. "I won't be able to come back till after the honeymoon is over, but if you want me back I will be more than happy to return after that." He turns to me after getting off the phone and smiles. "I guess I have my old job back. Things have cooled down and he can't handle it without me. That apology seems to have fixed everything and now it's back to normal."

The guy who’s head over heels in love with her. “Y-yeah. She already told me about it.” “That guy would stop at nothing this time to get her. He’s back and I hope that Claire still wasn’t in love with him.” “That wouldn’t happen.” “What are you planning, Darren? Are you gonna gate crash to our reunion or what?” “If I have to, why not?” I heard him chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever, bro. Please let me sleep. I still have a lot of works tomorrow.” I sighed before turning off the phone. My mood suddenly dropped as I heard about that upcoming reunion. What if... What if I did gate crashed to their party? Will I be able to protect Claire from that guy named Gabriel?

"Oh, darling Darcy. At last, I have found you. Darcy clutched me, her petite figure quivering with sobs of relief. "I knew Mama you would come for me. I never wavered in hope." The world appeared to collapse as we held each other, leaving just the two of us in that long-awaited reunion. The warmth of her hug dissolved all the suffering, the grief, the many nights haunted by the death of my daughter. Our relief, though, was fleeting. The peaceful moment was broken by the sound of pounding feet and yelled commands, reminding us of the danger still present.