Arranged Dating Novels & Stories

We are NOT friends. Today, he decided that, in a bid to keep up with our ruse to mislead the paparazzi, we should go out on a ‘ date’. A little too late for that, if you ask me. I thought the order was dating, marriage , then sex. But we did it the other way round. My phone chimes with a message notification. It is Marcello , letting me know he’s downstairs. He’s early. We decided on 6pm but it’s just 5:30. I guess he’ll have to wait.

So this is it. I’m going on a date with Xavier. I can’t say I expected this, but I guess it was bound to happen. I’ve already picked out a dress and shoes to wear, but I’m nervous about tonight. For what reason? … I don’t really know. I think I’m just overreacting.

“I will.” “I mean it.” “I know you do.” -** At the foundation, a pile of welcomed me. Files stacked on my desk., emails flooding the inbox. Mia appeared within minutes, and walked me through a schedule packed tight with meetings, calls, and follow-ups that had piled up since the party. “You have the scholarship planning session at two,” she said. “Daniel’s already submitted an alternate proposal.” Of course he had. The strategic planning meeting went smoothly for the first half hour. Senior staff aligned on timelines, budgets, outreach. Then Daniel spoke up.

Lies only led to trouble, and she’d learned that the hard way. It wasn’t that Tally would judge her. Not even close. But Nita felt foolish enough already, diving headfirst into a multi-day date with a shifter from Mrs. Wilder’s Paranormal Dating Agency. A *multi-day* date. Who even did that? She’d never heard of such a thing, let alone tried it. Her nerves churned, the acid creeping up her throat. She should’ve eaten before hitting the road, but excitement had killed her appetite. Gerri had been cagey about her date’s identity, only revealing the details at the last minute, which had Nita speeding toward the mountains.

And that not knowing felt more dangerous than any answer would have. A noise from outside the chamber cut the conversation off. Darcy frowned and stood up. "Wait here." She went out and I sat and listened and the sounds outside kept building. She was gone longer than I expected. When she came back her expression was somewhere between amused and cautious. "Marcella," she started, "is organising a pack party." I stared at her. "To celebrate the defeat of the rogue attack," Darcy continued. "She has already told the kitchen and the grounds staff. It is happening in three days."

Damon Cross didn’t believe in dating. He believed in deals. Partnerships. Strategic mergers. Marriage, to him, was a contract—not a love story. So when his grandfather forced him into blind dates through a matchmaking agency, he treated them like failed business meetings from the start. Three dates. One day. All disasters. ⸻ Date One: The Late Offender The woman arrived exactly two minutes late. Damon didn’t even wait for her to sit before glancing at his Rolex and scoffing.

One of the employees stated. "I don't care, I want it by next week." He commanded. The manager quickly nodded and clicked to the next slide, trying to avoid further wrath. By the time the meeting ended, Wyatt's patience was thinner than ever. He returned to his office, where Andrew waited nervously, along with a tailor holding three carefully selected wedding suits. Wyatt's scowl deepened. "What now?" "Your mother sent these suits for you to choose from for the wedding," Andrew said, avoiding eye contact.

"If you don't love her, then why are you with her?" "We were arranged to be together," he explains. "Our parents arranged it. It was to be for the good of the pack. Being with her was never my decision." "So you don't love her?" I ask, hesitantly. It’s starting to make sense. It feels like he’s my mate. And if he is, it’s impossible for him to truly love anyone else. "I don't love her," he says. "I love you." I pull him into an embrace that feels like coming home after being locked out for too long.

“Tonight’s our last night - our last chance to do this before it’s too late, and we get figured out.” “Liviana, there’s nothing to figure out.” Leona sighs. “Arranged marriages are common in this world. People won’t bat an eye if or when they find out that yours and Blaze’s marriage is exactly that, an arranged marriage.” “Maybe not.” Liviana shrugs. “But what will they do when they find out we lied to them? Lying isn’t very trustworthy and I’m not sure they’ll want to be in business with someone they view as untrustworthy.”

~ Alan arrived at the Warren's company, he was directed to his office, and ask the secretary to informed him of his arrival. Without much time being waste, he was allowed into his office. "Good morning, Mr warren, it's been awhile since we last met." Mr warren greeted, standing up from his seat. Alan, scan his office, ignoring his greetings. Mr Warren's heart thump loudly, he wasn't expecting to him, not so early in the morning. Ever since he's daughter told him she's in love with his son, he has been thinking of how to approach him, and finally today, it seems his prayers has been answered.