Blind Dating Chris Pine Novels & Stories

Six weeks later, I’m still mending my broken soul, but right now, it feels like a piece of it was just taped back into place. “Is this the moment where the two of you confess your undying love to one another?” Chris whines, dipping his finger in the brownie batter. “Hey!” I grit out, snatching the bowl and breaking the moment that Shawn and I were sharing. “No batter unless you’re joining in on the fun.” “And clean up,” Shawn smirks. Chris walks over, his eyes narrow on me. He dips his index finger in the batter, waggling the now covered finger in my face while shimmying backwards, “My heart is like an open highway.” Chris’ hand clenches into a fist, creating a fake microphone.

I had to use my tongue to get her to log into her accounts for me, and I wouldn’t dare try to message Missy on here, losing my only means of monitoring her. I click her following icon and scan the familiar names I’ve seen a thousand times until I come to a face I’ve never seen before. A blonde fucker in swim trunks, standing on the beach at the coast. I recognize the rocky shoreline and know it’s a California beach. Chris Finley. I scan his profile but find no references to Missy. Nothing to connect him to her.

Because Marie had to leave at that time, and in order to conclude their talk and her beautiful bond with Jean, Marie requested, “Jean, promise me that when we both grow up and get a job, we will meet each other. Promise me that you will stay in touch with me; you have my email and my phone number as well. Promise me that you will keep our friendship a secret, and you will not let any other girl become your best friend.” With a very heavy voice and a little positivity in her mind with the hope of meeting her first love again in life after a couple of years, Jean replied, “Pinky Promise!”

"Not when it's involving my sister. I want to know every little about her and that involve her cheating husband." "Fine. It you want to know, I'll tell you what I know about it." He waved Henson off. Henson bowed to them both before leaving the room. Chris's gaze followed Henson until he was out of the room. "Speak." Then he told him about how he had planned on marrying Amie, the accident, how he had gone blind. The supposed marriage with Amie for five years and how he had fallen in love during the marriage, way more than the crush.

“Anyways, I and Chris became iMessage buddies, texting and exchanging teases and whatnot. He was really sweet to me online, but I noticed in real life he basically pretended like I didn’t exist. I thought he was embarrassed of me and I wanted to know why, so I asked him to meet me at the parking lot after school one day. Yeah, it did not end well for either of us.” “Well, what happened?” I asked a little too loudly. She had paused right at the juicy part and it didn’t seem like she had any intentions of continuing. Forgive me for being antsy. “You and Blake do not have patience for dramatic pauses, do you?” She sighed and ran her hand through her hair. “Turns out, there were two Chris’ over

My mother took advantage of the silence which had fallen now that Ellaine was no longer being fussy, and she was falling asleep. While we were preparing to leave for the airport this morning, my mother had given me the lecture about not sleeping with anyone who was invited. She had even given me the lecture which warned me to avoid anyone who was related to Mikee, which wasn't going to be too difficult. Morgan Barnes. He was Mikee's younger, and less successful, brother. He didn't do relationships. He didn't care for his family. He didn't understand that people do have feelings. And he doesn't understand that he tends to constantly hurt those feelings.

] [Avan: Right! [Austin: whatever] [Wyndy: don't act like u don't have a crush on him Austin] [Austin: i'm outta here] [Wyndy: so, what's up with u and Chris?] [Me: we actually have a date tonight] [Avan: Oh?😏] [Wyndy: when did this happen?] [Me: yesterday] [Austin: and u didn't tell us about it?] [Me: skipped my mind]

Seraphina’s primary objective was simple, yet felt almost impossible to achieve: finish pinning the intricate hemline of Celeste’s gown and escape the chamber without making physical contact with the man standing near the doorway. Leaning lazily against the heavy mahogany doorframe was Alpha Killian. To any outside observer, he appeared every bit the proud, commanding groom-to-be, positioned there to admire his stunning bride-to-be. But he was not looking at Celeste. His intense, dark amber eyes were fixed entirely on Seraphina—following the slender curve of her exposed neck, tracing the delicate rise and fall of her shoulders, and lingering on her pale, trembling lips.

Barista in the blue apron keeps tucking her hair behind her ear, same motion every minute or so, and I know it’s habit, not nerves, because she doesn’t even notice she’s doing it. The guy two tables over flips his pen between his fingers, rhythm perfect until it slips once, clatters to the floor, and he mutters a curse under his breath. The couple near the window... second date, not first. She leans in, smiling too wide, nodding fast. He scratches at his jaw every time she pauses. Their rhythm is still off, but not awkward. Just new. I catch every flicker, every pause, every shift. But it all blurs at the edges, background noise. Because none of it is what I’m really waiting for. None of it

Haley came out of the woods, followed by Chris. “So, she liked the plan?” Hayden asked Chris, who was bending down, putting his hands on his knees and trying to catch his breath. “Sorry to break it to you but no, it was a terrible plan,” she said, and their faces morphed from excitement to disappointment. “Chris, I told you man that I was the one to get here on with us. She wouldn’t resist my sexy looks.” Nate winked at her and she rolled her eyes. He is flirting with my mate. Let me kill him. My wolf snarled.