The Wrong Blind Date Novels & Stories

It looked like the perfect picture of two lovers having a date night out, and nothing like the mini-battle it had actually been. Under the picture was an article with the heading, 'NEW ROMANCE IN BLOOM?", and Tiffany stared at it for a long time before she could fully understand what she was seeing. "What the fuck?" Tiffany whispered to herself as she began to read.

That's it, we're all set for a ride -You're cheating on me, right? ?? -What ?? What are you talking about ??? -Damon please I'm not stupid. Today I tell you that our wedding anniversary is coming soon and as soon as you react, you disappear all evening following a mystery message then you come back and take out your nerves on me. -Ella I don't know why you think that but I promise you that there is no other woman I just had an emergency and the fact that you welcomed me borderline by attacking me didn't fix things.

“We were good together. You know that. Whatever happened…” “Whatever happened?” I laughed, sharp and bitter. “You mean you cheating on me with someone I thought was your cousin m?” For a flicker of a second, his smile faltered, but then it was back, stronger, as if my anger was a hurdle he could leap over. “I made a mistake. I was stupid. And I’ve regretted it every day since. But you… you’re different with him.” I feigned ignorance. “With who?” “Adrian.” He said the name like venom, but dressed it in silk. “You think I didn’t see the news, the pictures, the way he parades you around the city?”

Blind Date Something Ethan never expected he’d ever get himself involved with, but here he was, stepping down from an Uber and ready to meet a girl he had no idea about, apart from the profile with primary details his mother had showed him. He decided to start with women first; if that didn’t work, he’d go for men and see if any of them would work. He walked in, finding the table empty. He had come fifteen minutes early so he wouldn’t keep the woman waiting.

"That's a deflection." "That's a fact." "We'll see," Declan said, pulling back as the server arrived. Halfway through the main course, Sloane’s phone vibrated inside her clutch. She ignored it. Then it vibrated again. And a third time. She slipped her hand into the leather bag beneath the table, shielding the screen with her palm. Bridget had posted to her private story. A mirror shot at a lounge downtown—a club owned by an associate of Elliot Vance. The location tag flashed under purple neon lights.

She began to doubt she would ever find the right man to be her husband. "I know, but I don't have a choice. There isn't a single man who suits me so far." "There is always a choice!" Ellena hit the table excitedly. “Have you ever tried a blind date?” “I have, and I was traumatized because it didn't work out. The guy I was dating was a perverted middle-aged man. He groped my thigh the first second after I sat down with him for dinner.” “Ewwhh... that's really disgusting. How about I introducing you to some of my friends? They are, of course, handsome and rich. They are models.”

"Celeste, I was wrong to accuse you! Please don't call off the engagement! The Alvarez family can't lose you, and it certainly can't lose the McKenna family!" Ethan also scrambled over and dropped to his knees. His speech slurred from how swollen his face had gotten. "Celeste, I know I was wrong. I was blind. I never should have believed that vicious woman's lies." "Hit me, punish me however you want. Just please don't cancel the engagement, okay?" I stared coldly at the mother and son. They looked like two dogs wagging their tails, begging for mercy. Covered in blood, Mia struggled into a sitting position and burst into sharp laughter when she saw the scene.

Nathan's Pov The light was too bright. I shut my eyes again. The room kept tilting a little even with them closed. I remember going to the bar last night to ease my frustration. My mother Patricia, had made an alliance with Morgan's tech through marriage. That meant I had to marry one of his daughters, Jessica. I wasn't happy but I couldn't refuse either. I forced my eyes open and turned my head, which made everything tilt worse. She was still there. I thought I was hallucinating from the effect of the alcohol. But apparently, I wasn't.

“Marilyn is the woman who warmed my bed that night.” Madison’s eyes widened in shock. “She’s an escort?” The words came out louder than she intended, almost a scream. “Watch your tone, Madison,” Raymond warned sharply. “She is not an escort. Whatever happened between us was a mistake. She was a virgin. She mistakenly walked into the wrong room, thinking it was the suite her friends had booked for her and an escort. She mistook me for one.” Madison burst into strong, genuine laughter. The sound filled the office.

Sebastian admitted during dinner, “this is the most peaceful conversation we’ve had in months.” Ivy blinked. “What?” He gave a small awkward laugh. “You usually spend most dates talking about popularity rankings or social drama.” Guilt twisted painfully inside her, because tonight he was accidentally talking to the real twin not Scarlett. As the night continued, Sebastian looked at her differently, like he was finally seeing someone worth knowing, by the time they slow danced beneath golden lights, Ivy’s heart was already doomed. “You smell like vanilla tonight,” Sebastian murmured quietly. Scarlett wore floral perfume, Ivy froze, Sebastian’s eyes met hers and something shifted between them,