Eight Dates Novels & Stories

“You able to pull news reports? Old ones?” He chuckles, half insulted. “Since when do you care about that kind of shit?” I shoot him a look. “Just answer the question. Can you or not?” “Yeah, I can. I’ll need a date though.” “November 8th, five years ago.” He nods and starts typing. The keys click fast beneath his fingers, the screens flashing one after another. The rest of the room stays quiet, the weight of something they can all feel hanging in the air.

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

I hum along to the melody and start singing as I think about what the schedule is like these next 5 days. We have this technology seminar today, the family dinner, a business meeting and a couple days off in between. My mind is going a million miles a minute thinking about outfits, how to make Colt look the best in front of other Alphas and businessmen, how sexy he looks. Stop it, Layne. Back on track. Formal, casual, dressy casual. Smoky eyes, curly hair. I wanted to try this cute low bun for one of his events. How fucking hot it was when he pinned me against the car. Goddess damn it.

Paul also noticed this, but in his defense, it was normal. The September End Fest will be starting on 28th and ending on the 30th. Three-day time of the festive atmosphere will be a hustle, that's why most people at this time were busy, same goes to Paul and Seri who will be performing on the 30th for the final event of the festival. While busy checking all the pieces of equipment, only the sound of the guitar's strings was vibrating throughout the room. Creak! Step.

Bisola began to laugh unnecessarily. The previous Eight day was the best day of her entire life, because everything about her life changed completely during the past Eight day, her life took a total turned from just an Orphan to someone who found Love, and also about to became an Entrepreneur. Bisola smiled again and looked up in the air.

I tapped it, it turned on and the date staring back at me gave me a whiplash. February eight Twenty twenty-four. Holy Mother Mary, Jesus and Joseph....did I just wake up in the past??!!!!!

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Sarah called him, only to be told, "You can go home first. I still have work to do." Holding the phone, Sarah tried to hide her sadness, asking, "Charles, do you know what day it is today? "What do you mean, what day is it today? September 1st, Teachers' Day? No, Teachers' Day is on October 1st. The Mid-Autumn Festival? No, it's not. The Mid-Autumn Festival is in a weeks' time. What day is it today, then?" Understanding that he had completely forgotten, Sarah was heartbroken and said, "Nothing. You are so busy, and I won't disturb you anymore." After hanging up the phone, she went home alone.

Alizeh: "You want 16th as our anniversary date if we start dating? I don't know naa, how can I guess" Varun: "We have all dates from 1-31, you can decide any date" Varun: "And I want 8th( the date of her birthday)" Alizeh: "❤️❤️" Alizeh: "You are going to propose me, how can I decide, you have to do it." Varun: "8th jan?" Alizeh: "Like this year 8th Jan 2020?" Varun: "Like yes"

Zique's obsidian eyes widened. "W-What date is today?" Damion took out his phone, looking down at it. "It's the twenty fifth..." "The...The...The twenty fifth?" Zique breaths shortened, his hands clenching by his sides. "The twenty fifth?" "What?" Damion asked. "Is it...it couldn't really be today...is it?" Gabe shook his head, shifting in his seat. "No, it's the twenty seventh...two days. We have...no he has two days."