Blind Date Novels & Stories

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?

"Hello, beautiful lady." A young ski instructor with blond hair and striking blue eyes took a seat across from me. His physique looked like it had been carved by hand. He smiled brightly, just like the sunlight here. "Are you alone?" I took off my sunglasses, looked into his captivating blue eyes, lifted my coffee cup, and tapped his lightly. "Hello, yes. I'm single too."

I had completely run out of patience and turned my gaze straight to Hugo. "Mr. Crawford, let's call it a day with this blind date." I never wanted to see a blind date partner like this a second time. I raised my hand and gestured for the waiter to bring the bill. But just as I picked up my bag and was about to leave, Marlene pressed her hand down on mine. "You want to leave? First, settle the damages."

“Not like a date, but a real date. Somewhere romantic where no one is watching us. We’ll have a wonderful meal and then go dancing. Unless you’d rather stay here and just watch a movie or go swimming.” She turned around to face him, her hands sliding up his muscular biceps. “I would love to go out with you on a date.” The next night she was excited about going out with Jake, on an actual date. She wore a red dress and heels, her hair down. When he knocked on her door she smiled and told him to enter. “So how do I look?”

Luckily, Michael reminded her, or else she might end up talking nonsense again. Although Edward James did not see Clara, the woman sitting with him saw her. The woman looked straight at Clara when she was still looking at him. It startled Clara. On the contrary, her body began to heat up and her mood was uneasy as if she had just been caught by the woman doing her bad deeds. “I thought you said you’d heard of Edward James, so you should know.” Clara wanted to forget what had just happened, so she talked to Michael. “Know what?” “Edward James is a blind man. He’s blind so he can’t see me.”

Both heard her sighing, when Adrianna pulled Bella closer to her to talk about the blind date she fixed for her. "Listen Bella, I've fixed a blind date for you with an amazing man this Friday night" said Adrianna to Bella, hearing this again from her Bella started to pull away from Adrianna. Adrianna's grip on her tightened and begged her to go on this date on Friday. After a lot of thinking Bella said she'll go. The girls jumped up and ordered 5 rounds of shots and danced in the club. They grinded around each other.

Three days later, Willow returned to Brindley. Heather had arranged a series of blind dates for her. Out of respect, Willow went along with it. However, she didn't meet anyone suitable. Julian had run into her on a couple of occasions, but as he had promised, he hadn't interfered. A month later, at Hidden Springs Restaurant, another blind date had just ended. Willow went to the restroom to wash her hands before heading home. The lighting was soft. Willow's face in the mirror was serene. For tonight's blind date, she put on an elegant cocktail dress and tied up her hair loosely.

She meets him where he's at and starts texting. "You know this is the start of every horror movie right?" she writes. "What's all this even for?" "The date," Max explains. "I promise, I put a lot of work into this. But the date will only start once the blindfold is on." Elena doesn't sigh but she does put her phone away. She had been wondering how her husband planned to hold another date—apparently blindfolding his wife was the answer. Slowly, Elena lifted the blindfold out of the box. The fabric was thick and dark. The second she placed it over her eyes, her vision was completely obscured—she couldn't even make out any lights or shadows.