Don't Date Him Name Search Novels & Stories

“Yeah, er, good. Thanks. How’s your day been so far?” “Cool, real cool. Well look, I got another class so I’ll catch you later, sweetie.” He kissed me again, patted my butt and was out of there. Oh. My. Frickin. God. I couldn’t believe it nor could the bitches. “No way.” One of them said, can’t recall her name, Dottie or Dorothy or something with a D. “You’re dating Patrick Mahoney? Seriously?” I nodded, what could I say. My phone had beeped and Atlas’ id had popped up.

He really brought me to New York. I didn't even bring my phone, I was so dumb to put it on my bed. "You made me hate you." I said. "Nice try." "I'm dating someone else, I'm not interested in you." "Who?" He asked. "Justin." "Yeah, Justin just went on a date yesterday so.. nice try." God damn it! "I have a date on Sunday." "Really? That's great, count me in!" "Darren!" I hissed. "Yes, Juliet?"

"I don't even know why he's acting so slowly. I think a year will pass but he won't be able to tell me anything." "So instead of waiting, I'm going to move." "Oh, what? Does anyone come up with the name you're looking for?" "There is nothing, I've tried again and again. I think I've had a thousand names like her, but none of them look like her." "Mm.. Why don't you try Rox Domingo? Maybe that's her nickname." I typed what he said in the search bar. "What, there is?" I scrolled, but still nothing. "I got an idea! You can reverse the name. That's trendy, isn't it?"

He and his cousin hadn't worked out how much he would get paid for this, but after the kind smile Natalia gave him, he was about ready to do it for nothing. "His full name is Jon McCrae. I went to college with him, and we dated for a short time during my freshman year. He contacted me by email twice, but the police couldn't find anything." Natalia answered him, and he was forced to look at her again. She still smiled at him, and Dorian felt some of his uneasiness leave. He pulled out his laptop and sat in a chair as Hayden sat next to Natalia so she could lean against him. "Okay, let's get busy. Did you save the emails?" He asked as he got to work on his laptop.

I mocked. "Are sure Jones isn't a character in your last book? Because I'm pretty sure there's a character named Jones." He nods, I bit my lips trying not to laugh. "No there's not, just as there was not a Miranda, an Allison and defiantly not a Kelvin." I smiled. "No way, not even a Kelvin." He gasped in a dramatic way as I let out a laugh. I missed this. Just then I spotted the last person I'd want to see on my date, my sister and her arrogant husband walking. What are they doing here?

“Besides, I’ve been going for almost two years and I feel like that would be too little time for me to quit.” “I think you have a good point and therapy really brought you out of your shell,” Brian said, checking his phone. “Hey, I’m going to leave in a couple of minutes.” “Where are you off to?” Fernando asked. “I have a date,” He answered. “Who's the girl?” Luis asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do we know her?” He shook his head, “No, it’s some girl I met through a friend.” “Are you going on a blind date?” I asked him.

My hair’s dripping onto the keyboard but I don’t care. I type his name into the search bar like I’m summoning a ghost. Axton Rowe. The results flood in, articles, photos, a Forbes profile, a “Top Ten Most Eligible Bachelors” list from last year. My heart jumps when I spot a blurry paparazzi shot of him walking beside a tall brunette in sunglasses, but there’s no caption naming her. Nothing confirming a fiancée. No diamond-ring reveal. No red carpet announcement. No exclusive interview about how they met on a yacht or bonded over shared trauma and bespoke sushi.

The way he said *he’d never expected this either. And yet, something he’d said—just a passing comment about his son, how they hadn’t spoken in years—stuck with her. A dull ache bloomed in her chest. *What if…?* She sat up in bed and opened her laptop. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe to prove herself wrong. She typed in his name: *Ethan Lockwood.* A few results appeared. One was a dated article—business-related. The photo beside it made her breath hitch.

I ignore her. I open I*******m first, fingers flying with impatient precision. I scroll through my explore page like I’m hunting for a ghost—faces blur together, influencers posing, rich boys flexing watches and cars, men who would fall at my feet with one smile. None of them are him. I go to the search bar. Fuck! I don't even know his name. I type random letters. Delete. Type again. Delete again. Nothing feels right. My chest tightens. I switch to F******k, my last real hope.

It looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Beta Chris, are you looking for my brother?" "Why didn't you answer my calls?" We spoke in unison. Hearing the frustration and anger in his tone, I composed myself and smiled lightly. "My phone was off, so I didn't notice. What do you need from me? Oh, right. I just remembered—we still haven't set a date to sever our mate bond." "Fiora, how long are you going to keep being angry with me?"