Blind Date With A Book Template Novels & Stories

The coppery smell coming from the blood on the floor reminded me of what happened here just now. But I couldn't clean up the blood at all because I needed to pretend to be blind. So, I could only pretend that nothing happened. I waited in my room until I heard a shrill whistle being blown on the ship. Someone began knocking on all of our doors. "Come out. It's time for lunch." We stood at our doorways. Soon, we were guided to the restaurant on the cruise. A group of men were already seated nearby. They kept staring at us hungrily the whole time, as though we were supposed to be their meals.

Rhena insulted deeply as her palm caressed Harlan's chest. Harlan looked down and gently kissed Rhena's lips, which had been teasing him. It was casual at first, but the longer it went on, the more the two of them couldn't resist. They crushed each other until the sound made Sicily's body stiffen. "What are you doing there? Stop it, you should keep your honour, Rhena!" growled Sicily. "Cuih, I don't care about honour when I'm with my partner, Blind Woman. Are you jealous because I've been marked by my mate, Hah!"

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.

Emma added with a sly little wink. The implication wasn’t lost on me. My cheeks flushed even deeper, and I quickly grabbed a stack of off-white construction paper. “This wedding is not going to be my dream come true,” I said sternly, although there was no hiding the slight quiver in my tone. Emma and Jade didn’t seem entirely convinced, but thankfully, they didn’t push it. We got to work on the place cards after that, trying out various iterations until we finally settled on a design we could agree on: a delicate champagne-colored paper with an ornate design stamped around the edge, Times New Roman font for the lettering, and a stencil of the Bluemoon and Nightshade sigils—a crescent moon fo

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If only he would touch the silver. “It’s over T,” I mutter. Cal follows me to my office, where I lay the book down on my desk. We exchange a single glance before I peel the pages back. My heart stops. They are all blank. I quickly brush through each page until I find a pen holding a spot in the middle of the book. Small black ink words are printed in the middle of the page. I’ll be there in another week, darling. Survive till then. ~ Tayten