Blind Date Turned Proposal Novels & Stories

He takes some papers and places them in front of me. “What is it?” I ask with furrowed eyebrows. “My proposal, you can call it an agreement as well,” he chuckles. “What kind of agreement is it?” I ask. “See, I have signed your proposal, and now it’s your turn to sign mine.” The smirk doesn’t leave his face. Sign his proposal? What is he talking about? He glances at me and then at the proposal. I grab papers in my hands and run my eyes over every single word. I laugh reading the headline of the agreement.

Blaze and Benny visited me a couple of times trying to cheer me up, trying to invite me to their dates but I would rather be a couch potato than be a third wheel while they smooched infront of me. Blaze came out as gay, his father was furious as ever but eventually he realized he couldn't do anything but be happy for his son. As from what I heard, Blaze was planning to propose to Benny anytime this week which ofcourse was a bad idea. They had only been dating a couple of weeks and rushing into marriage wasn't the right idea atleast that's what I thought. I recalled my proposal to Elle. It was so fake and so dramatic. I remember getting on one knee while the dogs in Carl's dog center barked a

“Why the hell did you propose to me in the first place? We weren’t even dating! The plan was to pretend we were lovers, and then suddenly, you’re down on one knee. Was that part of the plan too? Or is there something you’re not telling me?” He sighed, slipping off his jacket and tossing it onto the nearby chair. “Callie,” he said softly, “I’m just as lost as you are when it comes to Sophie. I don’t know what’s gotten into her. And as for the proposal...” He stepped closer, his brown eyes locking onto mine. “That wasn’t part of the plan. It had nothing to do with pretending.” My heart stuttered at his words, but I kept my guard up. “Then why did you do it?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Why d

He responded his direct gaze trained on her. “Yes, but this is not a blind date. The person I had a blind date with left hours ago,” “Well, I thought we agreed that I was his substitute,” He said with a smirk and Aira sighed with exasperation, “Yeah, but, sorry I can’t do this,” She said, “I suggest that you propose to one of your other candidates,” “There are no other candidates. The moment this marriage talk came up you were the only person that came to my mind,” he said his eyes on her, trapping her.

Afterall, a ponytail only took a fraction of the time meaning Blue could slip away sooner for the hot shower she so craved. Blue paused carefully. “I haven’t accepted his proposal—he hasn’t even given me a ring,” as she spoke, she eyed her finger carefully, eyeing the bare skin which would have once been covered by Vincent’s and wondering whether she had left them by the kitchen sink or on the bedroom dresser.

Still, she said it with the sweet and wide smile. A few seconds later, Nick forcefully pulled his arm away from Luna. His smile twisted into a smirk, then he said, “Luna...” “You just realized that you actually need me and yet you rejected me earlier?” “Do you regret turning down my proposal?" Luna fell silent, her lips pouted. She couldn't deny Nick's statement. “He’s right.” She thought. "Hmmm, aren't you going on that blind date tonight?" Luna nodded. She can not deny it.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, sir.” “Oh, I’m already getting somewhere,” he said, stepping closer. When lunch was ready, I plated it for two... but we shared one. Curled up on the couch, knees brushing. We laughed, and he wiped sauce from my lips with his thumb. Then licked it off. His hand rested on my thigh. Possessive. Gentle, like it belonged there. The moment shifted. “Hey,” he said, voice low. My breath caught. “I’ve been trying to wait, but should know this,” he said. “You never responded to my proposal. And I think the ten days are already up.”

I can only hope. We're on deck, sitting under an elegant white shade umbrella that's been set up over a set of matching Adirondack chairs. We've taken up residence in two of them while setting up bags of our different "props" on the other two chairs. We haven't set everything in stone but we've got like 80% of things set in motion. Blake's already booked one of the photographers, already picked out a place to do the proposal. "I booked you a full make-up and hair appointment. What's it called?" He taps his foot on the wood under our feet, his focus back on the phone. I casually cross my legs under the smooth polyester mix that drapes my body.

*"Someone proposed to me." Her eyes widened. *"WAIT — WHO?! YOU'RE DATING SOMEONE?!"* *"No. I'm not dating anyone."* *"Girl, WHO?"* *"Ethan sir."* Blank stare. Blink. Blink blink. *"The HELL?"* she screeched. *"Keep your voice down! You'll scare Ava,"* I hissed. *"How do you expect me to keep my voice down? That man proposed to you. I thought he was married to his work."*

“I’m not going to tell you all at once now. I’ll be patient as you learn through the kind of relationship I expect.” “I honestly don’t even know what to say right now,” she exclaimed. They were still at eye level, mouths just a few breaths apart. “I think this is where you tell me that you accept my proposal, Lisa,” Mason prompted. “I know you want me as badly as I want you?”