Tentative Date Novels & Stories

"That's right." I only approved of Ned's words. Nevertheless, he seemed to think that I had agreed. He kept nodding and said, "I've already found someone to select a good date, which is January 20 next year. If you don't have any objections, I'll inform my men and have them prepare to book a hotel." I froze. January 20. There were less than three months left.

“How about 14th of February?” I frowned. “Don’t be cheesy. Third week sounds good though.” I waited for Daniel to say something else but it looks like he had been working prior to me getting here. The laptop was on the bed and he went right back tapping on the keyboard when I went into the bathroom to change. When I came back out, he was still busy tapping away. “You’re seriously not going to say anything?” I asked him incredulously. Daniel looked up from his laptop frowning. “What’s there to say? We decided a date, so now we can just hire a wedding planner and leave things to them.”

I feel Rhode grin against the side of my head as he presses one more kiss against the skin. More plans begin to come together over the coming days and weeks. A team of event planners are hired, the church is booked and Save the Dates are sent out. December 10th. ————————————————————————— Plans slowly begin to fall together over the next few weeks., but the most daunting one was still to come. The dress.

I was going to update yesterday but forgot :3 My finals are starting on the 29th, and I don't know what to do. Wish me luck. The next update will be here soon. Give your hearts Daisy Chaseley

"Grandpa, Wendy and I will first make it public." "That's fine..." Johnson chuckled heartily and then instructed the butler, "Prepare the invitations." Johnson adjusted his reading glasses and carefully examined everything for several minutes, then looked up at us. "It should be ready by the 18th of this month. Let's set the date for then." "The 18th? Isn't that too soon?" I felt a little helpless. Today was already the 10th—only eight days left. Too rushed! Not enough time to even design a dress for myself.

"Shall I reserve it, sir?" “Yes. Set the date — 6th of October.” She gave a polite nod, tapping something into her tablet. A moment later, she looked up again, smiling faintly. “There’s just one thing, Mr. Warner.” I arched an eyebrow. “What is it?” Her voice was calm, almost apologetic. “I’ll be unavailable that week. My cousin’s wedding is on the 6th and 7th. I’ll be leaving on the 4th and returning on the 8th.”

Hi everyone. I hope you are all well. Just to let you all know, there is no update tomorrow the 14th of June and possibly the 15th, though that is yet to be confirmed. As always, thank you to everyone who comments, leaves reviews and gems. I don't think I will ever be able to thank you enough. Taylor West

she said. "I don't have the date yet," I said. "That's the thing. I don't have the specific date. But I need you to be in a mental state of readiness for a date. I need you to hold yourself in a state of date-availability for the next—" I paused. I did the specific and particular calculation of a man who had been watching the evidence accumulate for eleven weeks and who understood, from the accumulation, roughly how long the remaining accumulation was going to take. "Two years. Within two years." A pause.

Most of our dates I spent nearly all the hours talking Roman’s head off about my plans to visit all the museums and historical monuments of the world. I can’t hide the smile that takes over my face at this announcement. “When will the trip happen?” I ask aloud surprising myself because I hate talking in class but I really need to know. Mr Kevin smiles at my interest, “In about two weeks time. The 22nd of November is the planned date for now but we have to confirm the arrangements with the Connecticut Museum first” He answers me. In two weeks time? This is such an uplifting news, one I desperately need after the trashy past few days that I’ve been having.

another person quipped. “When do you launch Kenna Prime?” Mr Archie asked. Everyone stopped talking. Calvin didn’t know what the man was up to, but he was afraid to reveal the date. “Sir?” Calvin almost laughed. That title reminded him of the angel who escaped him. He undid the last button on his jacket and flattened his hands on his knees. “July. We haven’t fixed a particular day.”