Blind Date With A Book Template Novels & Stories

July knew very well what her family feared the most, that fear was their weak point. "That's why we made a simple event." Argus nodded silently, not daring to oppose her word at this point. "Oh, and about the invitation, you were talking about earlier. I will make a plan that there is no couple name or photo of us either on the invitation card or in the wedding room. Let people accept it as a new concept of modern style marriage. That's what I mean by blind wedding because the guests don't know the identity of my groom."

Thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to read “Our Blank Canvas.” <3 This second book was meant to be explored through Vasilisa’s point of view, as she navigated through the difficulties of exploring her past as well as trying to move on in an entirely new Country. Additionally, I wanted to include the points of view of my supporting cast for various reasons. Each character has their own unique battle, and I felt it was necessary to allow them the chance to tell their story too. I began writing this novel after I completed “Our Young Funny Voices” June of 2019. I’ve completed it March of 2020. I’ve had an absolute blast writing it— but I’ve also cried and laughed along the way.

"Let's go downstairs and watch some TV." Bonnie frowned, "uhh, are you mocking me or something?" She asked Lorenzo mentally face palmed, "No-umm-I mean, I have a blindfold-" Bonnie giggled, "So you want to go downstairs and watch TV with me, a blind girl while wearing a blindfold?" Lorenzo cleared his throat, "Yes." He firmly said, raising his chin up. Bonnie only shrugged, "Alright." They went downstairs and sat on the huge leather couch. Lorenzo switched on the TV and handed the blindfold to Bonnie. "Care to help?" She smiled and took the blindfold from him. Bonnie put the blindfold over his eyes and he turned around making it easier for Bonnie to tie it.

River smiled. “You’re still as nosy as ever, Serenity.” “That’s for sure. Getting the latest gossip is fun, especially those related to you and your brothers.” River was speechless. “By the way, River, you asked Rosalie to arrange blind dates for you and treat you to meals. Are you really going to show up for the blind dates? It’s two per day at that.” River replied, “The agreement is written, signed, and sealed with fingerprints. Of course, it’s for real.”

She tried to flirt, moving closer to my seat point and blowing her gum at me sexily. I pat her shiny blonde hair affectionately. "We are going for dinner, baby, and I also want you to sign a blind contract." I made it known, watching her eyes crease. "What's that for? Why do we need to enter into a blind contract, and what is it even about?" "It's a blind contract, love; you don't need to know, but if you don't trust me enough, then it's fine." I spoke in an offended tone, trying to act hurt.

"Are you really a blind masseuse? Then use your hand to feel this. What is it?" Upon hearing the recruiter's request, I could only extend a quivering hand. All I could feel was… … My name was Faye Winters. Three years ago, when I was still studying at university, my older sister, Savannah Winters, called me on the phone. She had grown up blind. Apparently, she had gotten hired as a masseuse for Oceanica Cruise. A day's paycheck working on the cruise was worth ten thousand dollars. If she were to work there for a year or two, she'd be able to earn enough money for us to buy a house of our own in Seatrice City.

Then her gaze looked around as everyone stood like statues. "What's going on, Harlan, what's wrong with them?" asked Rhena, "Shouldn't this be the ceremony to confirm me as your mate?" Harlan tightened his embrace on his woman's slender body and whispered at the tip of Rhena's ear, "I must perform the ritual of rejection of the blind woman of the past before we can be united, Rhe." "Bulshit! I don't accept it, you've already signed me as your mate, Harlan!" Rhena snapped, then her gaze turned to the elder, "Honourable Elder Vans, I appeal!"

Pure Britney. “Promise you won’t regret this later and hate me?” She lifts her pinky. “Regret, probably. Hate you? Never. I pinky promise.” I stand, grab my phone. 10:57 a.m. Me: A book date sounds perfect. 12:00p. I hit send before I can chicken out. I know I’ll regret this. But that’s problem for future Hadley.

The blue notebook had a date in February. February — the harbour. The wall. She had written it there on my birthday, in the restaurant overlooking the sea, the notebook open between us with its seven entries running forward across three years. The first entry. The one that had said: I expect you to be here. I have already arranged for you to be here. The future, made certain in advance by a person who understood that the way you treated the future was itself a kind of answer to the question of what you believed about it.

All I wanted was to be with someone I didn't know, and afterward, we would go our separate ways. The next day, while alone in my room, I downloaded a special blind date app that matched random people based on their preferences. I liked the app's terms and conditions, which ensured that the two individuals would never know each other. Both the man and the woman would be blindfolded before, during, and after the encounter. This app seemed perfect for my current situation.