Tentative Date Novels & Stories

He was stupefied to see his father discussing with his Aunt’s husband – Damien’s dad, Damian Sarandon. He stopped in his tracks on the steps leading into the room and looked around hoping he wasn’t dreaming. He hoped that time had not fast forwarded without him knowing. It was still September 18 and not Christmas right?. He checked his wrist watch to confirm the date and his brows furrowed.

"A colleague's daughter is getting married." "Okay?" "I need a date and so...." He left the sentence hanging. "Oh," I nodded. "You want me to come with you?" I asked. "Yes." He answered. "Sure." I smiled. "You want to flaunt your pretty daughter." He snorted. "I'm hoping you would be available because I know you're going to be busy by then." I pursed my lips, a frown etched on my brow. "When is it?" "April 5th." He muttered, eyes flickering back to the door handle.

Douglas said, dropping the next bottle he had planned to launch my way. "Good evening sir. First of all, I apologize for my lateness. I had a meeting with the Minister of finance and I couldn't postpone it." Miguel said, then glanced my way. "No no. That contract was important, we can't lose the account." Douglas said, cleared his throat and I rolled my eyes at the complete personality metamorphosis. He was a monster in my case, but with Miguel, he was an angel.

“That day will never come.” “Okay, stop. Why are there harsh words between a father and a son?” Mrs. Winters said with a smile. “Since all the children are here, let’s discuss the date for the engagement. I just checked on the Internet, and there are three auspicious days this year. They are the sixth of next month, the fifteenth of the month after next month, and the eighteenth after that.” Harold smiled cheekily. “I think the sixth of next month is pretty good!”

Luna's POV: "Shouldn't we pick a date first." I say as I lace into his. "How about a fall or Christmas wedding." Tatum says casually. "This year?" I ask. "Yes, this year." Tatum replies with a smile. "Do you think they will be able to do something that soon?" I ask. "I'm sure then can and if they can't we can keep looking until we find someone who can." Tatum replies. "Now all you have to do is tell me, fall or Christmas?" Tatum says bringing my hand to his lips.

"Move it how? Why are you considering that?" "Forward." He swirled the wine once without drinking it, making me feel a bit suspicious. "About three or two weeks. My mother's been talking to the venue and there's a cancellation, it's actually a better date than the one we have, and financially it makes more sense to take it." "Two or three weeks forward." I repeated. "I know it's fast." "Mike, that's the fall. Like it's literally October." "October is beautiful, you love it."

"So let's decide, today's 16th Thursday… what date should we set?" "Saturday, 18th, which is in two days." Brown and Don Maximo chorused. "In two months?" I suggested. "Next week?" My aunt's opinion. We all said at the same time. Like we planned it. I slowly lowered my head as my suggestion was a bit too far from theirs. I said in two months but it seems they want it this month. "Two months?" Their faces froze. What was bad about that? I don't even like Brown.

“It feels more impactful if I do that in court. Plus, I want him to know I’m not scared of him anymore.” There was a quiet murmur on the other line, a subtle acknowledgment of her wishes, although Kate could sense that Sandy didn’t approve. “I don’t think there’s much I can say that will change your mind. Your tenacity is admirable, if not a little frustrating, as I’m sure Colton can attest to,” she chuckled, a soft tapping of a pen echoing through the speaker. “The court date has been scheduled for…” she paused and Kate heard the rifling of papers. “I haven’t got the exact date here, but from memory, it’s around March 5th or 6th. I’ll be in touch with you closer anyway and we can sort out

she said, and I took a moment to collect my thoughts. "Oh, the announcement date. Well, I think it would be better if they spent more time working on it before finalizing anything. Have they gathered all the necessary resources?" I inquired, pulling out my phone. "It's scheduled for a week from now," I confirmed after quickly glancing at the calendar. "Alright, I'll let them know," she said cheerfully before turning away. As soon as she walked away, a wide grin spread across my face "Aaahh! I'm killing it!" I exclaimed, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up when we came in and gestured to the chairs. We sat. He opened the file in front of him, reviewed something briefly, then looked at both of us. "I have a date," he said. I sat up slightly. "The surgical team is confirmed. The theatre is booked." He turned the file toward us and pointed to the date written clearly at the top of the page. “Fifth of March, 2026.” I stared at it. A few days away. Real. Actual. On a page with my name above it.