Blind Date Novels & Stories

"What's the matter?" Gabriella sighed inwardly. Colene seemed to be unaware of what transpired outside before. "My dad set me up on another blind date. He threatened to kick me out if I refused to go." Colene mussed up her hair in annoyance. "When is it?" "The night after tomorrow. It's at Paradise Bar." Gabriella frowned. "Why would it be at a place like that?" She wondered what type of person would decide to meet their blind date at a bar for the first time.

To whoever set this up, I swear I’m that person will get a crisp curse from me. They let me enter a room where there’s a table on it and some blindfolded students who have their dates as well. The venue is very elegant for this date thingy and there’s a music playing in the background but this doesn’t make any sense to me. I look around and the two guys accompanying me pointed out the guy for my blind date. I walk and sit in front of him while he’s still blind folded. “You can open it now” I stated. He rushed removing his blind fold and surprised to see me.

' The host began to host the program with a smile. "After a week's selection, we have selected fifty male guests, who fit Miss Irene's marriage requirements the most, for two blind dates. This blind date was sponsored by the Myers Group. We have invited Mr. Edric, the President of Myers Group, to come to the venue. Please say something, Mr. Edric." At his ex-wife's blind date, they made him, her ex-husband, say a few words. This was undoubtedly the biggest irony for Edric. But no matter how ironic it felt, he had to come. He had to come to see what kind of man that woman would choose.

He glanced down and saw a reminder: Blind Date: 10:00 AM | Elite Matchmaking – Reserved Private Room at Atelier Lounge. He almost laughed. Oh, right. That. His aunt’s idea. She thought he needed to "settle down." He had half a mind to blow it off, but now? Maybe it was a useful excuse. He dialed a number. "Jax. Yeah. Tail Faye. She’s going on some date. I want to know where, with who, what they’re drinking, and how much time it takes before I blow it the fuck up."

I take a deep breath as my date turns around. The breath catches in my throat as my ‘blind’ date turns around. Might have been an actual blind date if I haven’t slept with him. Reid Flanagan, scratch that, Caddel turns around, and when our eyes meet, he looks just as surprised as I am, or he is good at hiding the fact that he knows me. “You…?” I say out loud, unconsciously.

I'd meant everything I told them earlier today, and I wouldn’t let them haunt my feed, my phone, or my life. I was still stewing in my fury when another ping rocked my phone. This time though, it was my mother. Your date: 9PM. Verona Bar. His name’s Damian. Play nice, sweetheart. A blind date. My first in years. I didn’t know if this was courage or madness, but it was better than sitting here drowning in betrayal. “Play nice,” I muttered to myself, grabbing my clutch. “Not a chance.”

“He lost a bet to his pack’s delta, so he had to go on a ‘real’ date. No one-night stand or sleeping with the girl at the end. And I was the lucky she-wolf his best friend chose to be his blind date.” “Okay, that’s actually hilarious,” Blake says with a snort of laughter. “I mean, I know you were hoping to meet someone who could be a potential mate, or, even better, your actual fated mate, but getting to be the only girl the playboy of Crescent Lake has ever taken on a date is priceless,” she adds as she reaches for another slice. “Want some?” she asks, pointing at the bbq chicken pizza. “I just had dinner, remember?”

El teléfono suena como una campana y una voz femenina anuncia: "¡Felicidades! Charlie Sawyer, tú y Boyfriend Twenty-One sois compatibles" Trago saliva con fuerza contra la bilis que me quema la garganta, pero el resto de mi cuerpo me delata. Un cosquilleo de atracción física me recorre las venas solo de pensar en la sexy Veintiuno, pero también una punzada de miedo. Una cita a ciegas no podía ser tan mala, ¿verdad? ¿Acaso no me había estado quejando de no tener un hombre en mi vida? ¿De qué tengo miedo?

As I adjusted my napkin, my eyes caught a woman sitting three seats down on the opposite side of the table. She was blonde, stunningly attractive, and wore a shade of bright red lipstick that instantly drew attention. She was staring directly at us—or more accurately, her eyes were glued to Romeo. The intense glare made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Romeo greeted everyone with calm, natural authority. "Good morning, Mother. Good morning, Uncle." He nodded to his sister and acknowledged the elders one by one. Then, his eyes landed on the blonde woman. "Hi, Sandra. Good to see you."

I was made the subject of an explicit AI deepfake video that skyrocketed past twenty million views across the internet. On the day I set out to file a lawsuit, everyone came together to block my path. My childhood friend trapped me in the foyer, arguing, "Penelope, don't act impulsively. The video quality is blurry anyway, so nobody online can confirm it's really you. Filing a lawsuit is basically hand-delivering a public confirmation." My best friend snatched the legal documents out of my hands and tossed them straight into the trash. "I looked into it, and the account is hosted overseas. Even if you go to the police, they won't trace it, and the case will just sit in bureaucratic limbo