My Dating Story Novels & Stories

Just when other couples joined us I realized that Damon and I were alone on the dancefloor all that time. “I don’t know.” That wasn’t quite a lie. “Look at me.” He ordered and I obeyed. Lifting my gaze. “I really don’t know what was on his mind.” “Then how you’ll explain all that happened?” he insisted pressing me closer, his grip harder. That’ll leave bruises for sure. “I met him a couple of days ago, he claims that he knew my mother, and now wanted to appoint a meeting,” I explained the half-truth. His face dangerously darkened.

The air between us pulsed. “Hey,” I said, locking the door behind him. “Hey,” he echoed. We stood in my kitchen for a long beat, silence stretching like elastic. Finally, I broke it. “Did you see the new footage?” He nodded. “Yeah. They’re calling us ‘the love story of the decade.’” I snorted. “We haven’t even gotten to our first real date yet.” Julian looked at me. “Is that what you want?” I blinked. “A date?”

The less she knew, the better. “I had a date Friday night with a guy I'd met online,” I said, doing my best to think on my feet. “I'd forgotten my purse at the office, though, so I had to swing by here first.” It sounded like a pretty good story. Not bad for coming up with it on the fly anyway. Maddy raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently for me to spill more details. “What?” I asked. “A date, huh?” she said. “You know, I'd press you for all of the juicy details of this little date. Unfortunately, my lunch break is over in about five minutes. I need to get back downstairs.”

he said. He abruptly stood, lifting me and depositing me in a chair. He sat back down. Heard? Heard what? Did I miss something? I always knew all the gossip, all of the happenings when it came to what mattered to me. Last year he had been dating some were-panther from Europe but they barely knew each other. Everyone knew his parents were forcing him into it. “I don’t know what you mean. I just, really like you Colton. I always have and we only have one year left of school so why wait? We owe it to each other to see where this could go,” I said, touching his hand.

“You’re a good person and an excellent cook, Alayna. Of course, she would. Any mother would.” “Okay, continue your story.” “We never dated.” He scoffs. It’s a sound of regret, but I let him continue. “She liked me too, but I was a jerk. I dated several girls and even older women, but I never got the chance to tell her my feelings for her.” “Oh, that’s—that’s sad.” My heart twitches. “Then what happened?” “This?” He shrugs. “This happened.” “Life can be unfair. How old were you when all of this happened?”

"What happened?" "I came back the next day. And the day after that. Eventually I asked her to dinner. She said no." "She turned you down?" "Three times. Said she didn't date customers." Dante's smile widened slightly. "So I stopped being a customer. Started going to a different café. Then asked her out when I 'accidentally' ran into her on the street." "Sneaky." "Effective." His smile faded. "We dated for a year before she got pregnant. It wasn't planned. We were careful, but..."

I whine and Rose laughs. “Family recipe.” She winks as we dig in. “So…What made you guys do the dating app?” Clem asks through a bite of eggs. “Well, I was rejected within seconds of meeting my mate on my birthday.” I say, fighting the urge to glare at the dick who did it. “I just want to know what it’s like to be loved. Stupid as it sounds, I grew up thinking I would end up with my brother’s best friend.” “Was he mated to someone else?” Rose asks, looking invested in my story.

His POV That girl! She just stole a kiss from me and suddenly walked off. Not that I was looking forward to more action. I tried to be a gentleman and kissed only her forhead and she kissed me on the lips! I don't kiss girls on the lips on the first date. And that wasn't even a date. It was just a dinner with my friend, Dan. I sounded my horn to signal her I was on my way back. She turned her head, smiled, and waved. As she entered the gates of the village, I also turned the car around to go back home.

"Did they die?" "No, it's worse than that," I laugh. To anyone else, my story will sound like complete fiction. My life could turn into a book. "It's a messed up story." "I see," Alaric says, raising an eyebrow, "Too personal to tell?" I chug down my soda and suck in air into my lungs. I'm about to tell Alaric my story, and it's exhilarating. "No, but it's a long story," I challenge, smiling to grab his interest. "That is, if you wish to learn everything there is to know about my dating situation."

The author smiled as she looked down at her boots and ran her fingers through strands of her orange hair. “I do get this question all the time,” she chuckled. “But no, this book actually does not contain any of my personal dating stories. Instead, it’s based on a compilation of all my friends’ terrible dating stories. I would listen to them complain about their online dating adventures, and I was like, how do you not murder people? Hey! What if you murdered people? And that’s how the book happened.” Sidney smiled and nodded gratefully before sitting down and tapping more notes.