Eight Dates Novels & Stories

I spent the last stretch of my youth buried in problem sets, refusing to waste a single second. Soon, the next mock exam arrived. I rolled up my sleeves and confidently promised Derrick that I would break into the top ten this time. Derrick had already secured admission through his competition results, but he still chose to take the exam. I could not understand why, and he refused to explain. On the day of the mock exam, neither Matthias nor Evelyn showed up. Two days later, we found out what had happened. The day before the exam, Matthias and Evelyn had a huge argument over something minor. It turned into the usual scene. She ran, and he chased.

I normally just wait for him to come back to reply the texts. "0828." He replies before rushing to the restroom at the back. 0828? Wait. Wait a second. Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait. Waaaait a second. 0-8-2-8? Is this a coincidence or uhh, 28th of August? That's our wedding date.

While Nisha looked at her parents who were looking so much happy which made her smile. "Okay pandit ji. Now can you please look the dates for ceremonies". Rohini asked. Pandit nodded. "Hm engagement can be done on 5th September". Pandit informed. "And in the case of wedding, there are three dates. One is on September is 10th, then on September 25th and another on 5th October". he said and the elders started discussing each other. "Children do you have any opinion on the dates". Mahesh asked. Nisha and Rohan looked each other.

Friday was in three days, I was going to meet Min Jun for the third time, I was scared and nervous. I know I have met him twice but this time it is different, we are going on a date. I do not have to impress him, it's not a normal date, it is a business date, I shouldn't be so nervous. You have to impress your client in a business date, right? My thoughts were throwing me into a state of panic. I groaned and went to my bed. Sleeping was my only escape from my thoughts and I just had to take the easy way out.

This was just another puzzle—deadlier, more personal, but fundamentally the same. "These amounts," she said after several minutes. "They're not random. Look—$847,293. $1,203,847. $673,829. They seem arbitrary, but—" Her fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up a calculator. "They're dates. Eight forty-seven, two ninety-three—August 4th, 1947, February 9th, 1993. Birth dates." Liam's breath caught. "My grandfather. My father. Those are their birthdays."

I wonder now how I never made the connection. “You lie.” She said playfully. Nudging me gently while she rolled her eyes. I laughed. If we were dating for real, I would’ve kissed her by now. But we’re only friends. I know. And I am learning to live with that. . . . . . August decided on our fourth date as we’ve discussed but she wouldn’t tell me what and where it is. The only clue she gave me was that I might not like it entirely. We scheduled it right after the Academy’s Foundation Day Celebration for reasons mostly since, one– she is the Vice President of the Student Council and; two– she’s the Head of the Highbrows, so a lot of responsibilities are put unto her. I tried to help her as muc

September's End "September!" September came rushing to their room holding a spatula when he heard his wife calling out to him. He was wearing a pink apron with a huge heart print in the middle. The words 'Best Dad in the World' was printed with large letters inside the heart. "What's wrong, hon?" He asked worriedly as he walked over their bed where Maeve with a nine months old tummy was panting hard. "I think she's coming out!" She said and once again screamed in agony as she felt another contraction.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

The way she'd believed in us. And what had I given her in return? Rejection. Cruelty. Humiliation. The worst birthday of her life. Mason looked genuinely horrified now. For once there wasn't an ounce of teasing in his face. "Nash..." I stared at the date. Unable to look away. Unable to breathe. Unable to escape the realization. Mason was still staring at the date. February 29th. Leap Day. He rubbed a hand over his face. "Jesus, Nash."

A handsome young man stood up, yelling at Harvey. “You’re just scaring him with nonsense because he hasn’t been resting well! You’re trying to ruin Volton Hall’s reputation!” “Do you have no morals or shame?” he snarled. “Morals? Shame?” Harvey smiled. “Do you think you have the right to say that?” “The customer in front of you is looking for a date for her son to get married. Based on the Centennial Book, July 3rd and August 16th are good dates for that,” he said.