Shameless Reunion Novels & Stories

“We can pick a place together.” I find myself grinning. “I would love that! I’d probably just need a weekend to figure things out.” “Perfect! We can plan it out. It’ll be fun to have something to look forward to,” he says, nodding eagerly. As we talk, I notice other people in the shop glancing our way. I feel a bit embarrassed but also happy. “I guess people are staring because we look like we’re having too much fun,” I joke. “Let them stare!” he says with a wide smile. “I mean, this is a reunion. We got separated by an island for a while and in quite a crazy way. It’s a big deal.”

It's amazing how she could come up with such things. "Is that your kink, Celeste?" Damon furrowed his brow. "Don't you dare speak of Damon that way!" Sherry's cheeks puffed up in anger. Celeste snickered. "You two are the ones who offended me first. I'm here to attend a high school reunion. I don't have a hobby of stalking you two, please don't think so highly of yourselves." After that, she pulled Megan along and strode off from the lobby. . . .

But as the realization sank in, their astonishment transformed into joy, though it was quickly overshadowed by a profound sense of shame. Even without a single word spoken, I could read the expressions on their faces with absolute clarity. Shame hung heavy in the air as they grappled with the realization of how they had mistreated and inflicted immense pain upon their true Alpha. Among them, Allan, Vanessa, and Lisa wore the most conspicuous looks of guilt and remorse.

He caught himself as Anne Mason walked past with Lauren and Jessica Bascall. “Evening,” Cameron forced a smile on his lips and Heath nodded pleasantly, the Triquetra waiting until the trio had gone beyond hearing distance before regrouping. The pause was like cold water thrown over them, as they realized that their eagerly anticipated f-k-filled reunion with their mate was not going to happen. “What are we doing?” Heath murmured.

“I know you’re the best divorce attorney in the city. Please…I need your help.” A young man holding a small child suddenly rushed into my law firm and fell to his knees in front of me. Just as I reached out to pull him up, a barrage of bullet-chat comments suddenly flashed across my vision: “Classic tragic romance trope. The male lead gets tortured relentlessly before he dies.” “Once he gets dragged back this time, both he and the kid are done for. The female lead is going to live the rest of her life in regret.” “He’s so naive, thinking a lawyer can solve this. The female lead is literally the wealthiest woman in Crestwood City. There’s no way she’s letting him get a divorce.” Then, t

“Well… maybe a little. If you consider verbal revenge illegal and unethical.” I watched her smacking her lips while she rolled her eyes. I crossed my arms loosely. “Nina.” “The reunion!” She blurted out. “Our batch reunion. It’s happening this week. What do you say?” Nina was expecting an answer from me while we headed inside the shop. My steps faltered. Just like that. My past was coming back. And not all parts of it were good. The air around me shifted subtly, but enough. “What?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended. “How–How do you know?” I complained. “And how come I didn’t know?”

Aunt Leanne roared, interrupting Uncle Adam's attempt to change the subject, "I think you're the shameless one! You're old enough to be someone's father, and you're still doing such things. Adam, I'll kill you, you heartless bastard!" She then overturned the scalding pot of fish stew in front of her. Hot stew splattered all over Uncle Adam. "Ouch! It's scalding hot! You madwoman!" Uncle Adam screamed, jumping up with a thud as his face was smeared with stew. He looked like a clown. [Ding! Adam's rage has been detected. Leanne's resentment level is off the charts! Rage points +200!] [Rewards: 1 Doomsday Safe House Modification Card, 1-click door, window, and wall reinforcement, 100 servings o

The family reunion was being held at the ancestral estate in the Hamptons, a sprawling colonial nightmare of white siding and green shutters that smelled of salt air and old money. Two months had passed since the wedding, and the secret of that night-the way Alistair and Bastian had dismantled me in the coatroom and then again in the honeymoon suite-had become a living, breathing entity inside me. Literally.

I don’t want to know any more. I don’t want it to be who I think it is. Who u know it is. It is two days later when I ruin everything. The Cross family doesn’t do reunions often, but when they do, it’s a spectacle. Elena makes sure of it. Dozens of cousins. Distant uncles. Champagne. Laughter that isn’t real. Fancy table settings. Nathaniel’s in a dark suit that makes him look like he still controls everything. But I know better.

The air still smelled faintly of old books and the cedar sachets their mother used to tuck into drawers. Nathan closed the door. Cole turned the lock. Isabel stood between the two beds and let the cardigan fall. This time they undressed each other first. She watched as identical bodies were revealed—same broad shoulders, same lean muscle, same dark trail of hair leading down. When they were both naked the resemblance became almost unbearable. Only the scar and the ring remained as proof that the universe had not simply doubled one man.