Bestie Date Novels & Stories

I honestly didn’t want to be next to Elliot, but he stood up and let me pass, leaving me no choice. “Thank you,” I muttered, not even sure he heard me. “So, now that Alexis is here, can we order so I can get back to work? I have dinner with my fiancée this evening, and I can’t afford to waste a minute,” Elliot said. “Oh no, man, I also have a woman waiting for me. But we have to keep the pact we made—lunch every three days, at our favorite diner, in our favorite booth,” Jake reminded him.

Beckett runs his hand through his hair and sighs, “I honestly can’t explain what happened. I’m perfectly fine though, thanks for asking. And no, I still can’t remember anything from the past week. It’s just so weird.” I hear the bell ring signalling the end of the day. I drop the book and start to head back. Beckett rushes behind me. “When are you free? Saturday?” He asks. “Why?” “There’s this smoothie place in town and I want you to go with me. I’m sure you’ll absolutely love it.” “Go with you? Like a date?” We reach the school entrance and I stop to wait for the others. Beckett waits with me on the stairs. “Umm sure. If you want it to be.” He flashes his signature toothy smile. I spot Thea

"Bea, sweetie, this is me you're talking about. Excessive for you is normal for me." Bea rolled her eyes. "If this comes back to bite you in the ass, I will be right here to tell you I told you so." "I know. That's why I love ya," I gave her a wink. "Now we gotta move! I'm going on a date." ***** Okay, to say it was a date might be misleading. If you wanna be accurate, it's really more like a "Oh, hey, you're here, too! What a coincidence. Can I join you for coffee?" kind of operation.

“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?”

“I hope you saw it to finish, and you saw where I turned him down? And for the records, he is my best friend and not my boyfriend.” “What best friend asks his best friend to be his girlfriend? You have the worst set of friends.” “It happens. Best friends date and marry their best friends, so don't make it look like a big deal.” “I see. So you want to date your best friend? Need I remind you that you are married to me?” “I am aware of that, dear contract husband.”

Sex God You have been chosen among the 10 gallants for the meeting with the postulant Angel of desire, today at 8pm will be pending to know if you were chosen among the 10, only three will enter the contest and she will personally choose with whom she will be partner, on Saturday you must come with the designated attire, the mask that covers your entire face, black pants fitted to the body, naked torso without chains or ornaments, black shoes. She will enter the cubicle and wait inside with the other two, until the Angel of Desire chooses her partner. After choosing him/her, you will be notified through the application the place and time of THE BLIND DATE, with the rules already established.

BRITNEY ASTON. 9:36pm. Friday, May 13th, 2022. An electric night at the club. You might be surprised I still remember the exact date and time. How could I not? It was the first time I felt that strong attraction towards someone in ages.

I am going on a date. To be continued...

Amelia The day started as a promise. A soft one, made in the quiet between sips of coffee and glances that lingered too long. Richard had reached across the breakfast table, brushing his fingers against mine with a warmth that settled something deep in my chest. “Let’s go for a walk,” he said, already reaching for his jacket. “Someplace with good coffee. Maybe a bookstore. You deserve a day that feels like yours.” I raised an eyebrow, lips curling. “A bookstore? That sounds suspiciously like a date.”

Meanwhile, I busied myself with the project proposal the entire time. The closer it got to the point in time when the altercation would happen, the more complete and perfect my proposal became. Finally, I completed the proposal just a day before the scheduled presentation with the client. The next afternoon, when the client, Tyler Danone, arrived at our office for the presentation, Elton brought out his failure of a proposal, the same one in my past life, as I had expected. Yet, he didn't think that there was anything wrong with his proposal and continued swaying his huge belly about, barely contained in his blazer, while going through his presentation.