The Wrong Blind Date Novels & Stories

Friday night Jenna receives a message with a golden ribbon to her app from aka Angel of Desire from BLIND DATE Dear Angel of Desire Your appointment has been assigned for tomorrow Saturday 6 pm at the address mentioned above, attached you will find a map to move through the corridors and get to the designated room as your anonymity must be of maximum security, you will enter through the red door and enter another room where you will dress with the mask, the red dress, red high heels, red panties and red bra, you must remember not to take off the mask, you must not speak any word

“Are the blind dates matched based on the customers’ original preferences, or based on your random matching after the participants register for it?” Ginny said, “It’s based on the customers’ original preferences, but…” She pushed her glasses up her nose bridge, and went on, “Due to my boss’s mistake, this time round, some blind dates didn’t make it in time. Unfortunately, we couldn’t get the list of absentees as my boss was drunk. Because of that…” “You arranged some couples at random?” Ginny nodded, then shook her head. “Some were arranged at random, but we had no choice. Also…”

She meets him where he's at and starts texting. "You know this is the start of every horror movie right?" she writes. "What's all this even for?" "The date," Max explains. "I promise, I put a lot of work into this. But the date will only start once the blindfold is on." Elena doesn't sigh but she does put her phone away. She had been wondering how her husband planned to hold another date—apparently blindfolding his wife was the answer. Slowly, Elena lifted the blindfold out of the box. The fabric was thick and dark. The second she placed it over her eyes, her vision was completely obscured—she couldn't even make out any lights or shadows.

Charlie wasn’t surprised that she pushed a button she shouldn’t have. Impulsive might as well be her middle name. Besides it was on the same screen as the picture of a hot guy who’s eyes could steal your soul. She didn’t plan on the action sending him to her door the next day. Usually, she manages to get herself out of trouble, but this time, Charlie is in deeper than she could have imagined. Her date is a werewolf, and he has plans for their life together in an underground world of shifters she didn't know existed. Walking away from her sexy werewolf won't be easy, though. True-mate attraction is hard to fight, and Charlie has to decide if forever love is worth the price she has to pay…

“Good girl. The man’s driver will pick you up tomorrow evening. Wear something decent.” As she walked away humming, I stood frozen. A blind date with a sixty-five-year-old man whose previous wives had all died mysteriously. What could possibly go wrong?

Typed a message to Raymond. "Diane is done. Thomas is in. Give me forty eight hours." The reply came back immediately. “Gerald is asking questions. Be careful.” She stopped walking for just a second. Then typed back. “Gerald asking questions is fine. Gerald finding answers is the problem. Make sure he doesn't.” She put her phone away. Kept walking. Diane had called her the wrong woman for this. Maybe. But the wrong woman had gotten further than anyone expected. And she wasn't finished yet.

Every day, she wore heavy makeup at home, and as soon as night fell, she would go out clubbing with her good-for-nothing friends. When Jacob saw me arrive, he excitedly turned on the TV, which was broadcasting the moment of the lottery draw. Jacob held his lottery ticket and checked the numbers one by one, terrified of missing a single thing. When he realized the numbers didn't match, he froze in place. "How is this possible? How? I was sure it was today!" he mumbled. His face went white, and his lips trembled. After he returned to his senses, he yelled at Quinn, "This isn't right! This isn't the jackpot number! Quinn, what's going on?"

MADONNA I woke up with a start, breathing hard. I relaxed as the surroundings started to become familiar. It was just a bad dream, I assured myself. As I swung my legs over the bed it hit me. It was two days until the wedding. Forty-eight hours before I'd be permanently chained to the wrong brother. A maid was already in my room laying out clothes. She didn't speak, she just gestured to the dress on the bed before leaving. I got dressed quickly, my mind racing through possible plans. I needed to find out where Adrian was and when he'd return.

And yet, someone that formidable had his political mating ruined because of me. The dining table was set with my favorite roasted venison, but I couldn't swallow a bite. My eyes stung. "Casper, don't blame Kyler. I'm the one who's clumsy... I ran to the wrong pack, got the wrong Alpha, and messed up your plans..."

"Why you?" Joe Wright's face is gloomy. Marisa Miller's hands were stretched in a helpless manner: "I can't help it, your blind date is too stupid, I used a little trick to fool her." Joe Wright raised his eyebrows, his tone suddenly harsh: "What did you do to her? After the previous encounters, he had already realized how bad Marisa Miller's humanity was, and it was okay to have a blind date ruined, but he was afraid that she would hurt the lady he had never met, just like she had done to Emma Rosy.