Shameless Reunion Novels & Stories

"Could I see the donation agreement? She… She was my wife." Reuben stood frozen. He seemed to have understood something. He quickly turned to find the donation agreement. At the bottom of the document was Amelie's elegant signature. Everything spun around me. With a loud bang, everything turned white. I stood there, numb. A while later, Reuben spoke again, "Mr. Scott, these are Ms. Barrett's personal belongings. Her mother thought they were unlucky and asked us to dispose of them. "But Dr. Payne said someone might come looking for them, so we kept them. Since you're here, you can take them with you." He handed me a sealed bag containing a phone and other items.

No, he wasn't going to hide in his spacious modern office or find out what went down at the reunion party from the I*******m posts and pictures of his friends. Rolling the tight muscles of his neck through his strong fingers, Shawn fingered his Harvard University Ten-Year Reunion badge. Then he got ready to show Ivan how badly he had messed up in college by flaunting his date to his face and doing every kind of PDA necessary that would make Ivan never ever forget tonight. His gaze fixated on the individual who alone possessed the power to halt the world around him. Ivan exhaled, revealing a hint of unease, as he laid eyes on Shawn, who was looking at him with an indescribable expression.

When Haley learned the truth, she didn't know whether to feel happy about Joe's misfortune or pity him. The daughter he had cherished for so many years wasn't even his, and he had been kept in the dark the whole time, giving everything for her. Haley sighed inwardly and shook her head. Next to her, both Shane and Dean had similarly complicated expressions. Shane’s expression remained stoic and unreadable as always, but Dean couldn’t hold back his amusement. Watching the heartfelt reunion between Joe and Xena, Dean struggled to suppress his laughter, almost hurting himself in the process.

"Warriors in their own right. We support each other, plan together. It's about taking back our stories, writing the endings ourselves." "Taking back our stories," I echoed, the phrase resonating within me, a call to rise from the ashes of victimhood. "Can you… can we really do that?" Lizzie's nod was solemn, resolute. "Yes, Roanne." She reached out, her fingers brushing against mine, grounding me back to reality. "The Revenge Club operates in the shadows," she began, her tone shedding any remnants of casualness, morphing into something steel-edged and formidable. "We're a collective of souls, bound by shared scars, who channel our pain into retribution."

I massaged my head and tried to get myself back on track after having a shock therapy knowing that Wilson got kidnapped by my uncle. I looked at the board that filled with names and pictures that me and my uncle planned for years to take down all of the people who killed our families. Not only my dad, mom and my twin brother but my uncle's wife and 2 daughters. It was a miracle that we both still alive but now we're back 13 years later with full plan of revenge on Reyes Oil.

Somehow, a large welt suddenly appeared on his forehead, followed by a horrifying stream of blood. “Ow!” His piercing scream tore through the room. “How is my head bleeding?” Amanda shoved me aside like a woman possessed and rushed to examine Kevin’s injury. Before leaving, she turned back and hurled one final threat at me. “You’ve gone too far, Leigh! Let’s see what you’ll do when I don’t show up at the wedding!” I shook my head in resignation. I picked up my bag and looked at Rebecca. “Rebecca, thanks for being so nice to me for the past seven years. Goodbye.”

They trembled in fright with tears brimming in their eyes. "I'm not here to punish everyone for the crimes of a few or clean house, but I won't let a few bad apples spoil the whole barrel. "Stephanie." "Yes, Ms. Roe," she replied. "Other than Colette and Tristan, anyone who joined them in insulting the guests or backed Colette up in the group chat is permanently fired. They are blacklisted, and I want their names sent to the Restaurant Association so they can never find another job within this industry again.

Tate, turn off the video game and get your things packed, darling. We’re leaving for the reunion in thirty minutes!” his mom Amber announced from the hallway. It was Tate’s most dreaded time of year—the annual family reunion at the Pinecone Campground nestled deep in the misty mountains. The only relative close to his age was his cousin Chuck, and the two of them rarely spoke more than a few awkward words. “I’m eighteen now. Can’t I just stay home this year?” he asked his mom, reluctantly shutting off his game console with a sigh.

"Put these three people's faces up on the screen," Spencer ordered. The camera focused on Harvey and Leigh, who were both kneeling on the ground, and also on Chief Heath. Harvey, with his broken wrist, was covered in tears and snot. Leigh's makeup was completely ruined, making her look ghastly. Chief Heath, meanwhile, was slumped in his chair, trembling all over like a leaf. At the same time, participants from various branches across the city were stunned.

One little lie, tossed onto the table between the roast chicken and the mashed potatoes, snowballing faster than I could catch it. "Bring him to the reunion," Mom said, eyes sparkling. "Reunion?" "This Saturday. Everyone will be there." "Everyone?" My voice cracked. Grandma grinned. "Can't wait to meet the man who finally stole our Mia's heart." The rest of lunch was a blur. I nodded at questions about "Liam's" hobbies, mumbled something about him loving golden retrievers, and tried not to choke on my water when Dad asked what his parents did for a living.