The Wrong Prom Date Novels & Stories

Nero apologises as Silvia puts her hands on her hips looking mad in his direction. “I can tell you a reason, it’s her wedding day she should never have been up all night.” In a huff she grabs Vida’s hand and pulls her after her into the house as Vida looks back at him holding out her hand towards him as she disappears in the house with the door falling shut. “Her wedding day? He can’t marry her!” Nero mutters to himself as he turns around watching the Village change from normal to a celebratory state. Buntings are hung out on every house; flower bouquets are made ready for the ceremony within the next few hours.

In the past, promises like this would have made my eyes burn with emotion. Now, I only found it hilarious that I had actually been deceived by such clumsy acting for five whole years. Just then, his phone suddenly rang. The moment he saw the caller ID, he instinctively turned slightly away and lowered his voice. “It’s business. I need to take this.” After saying that, he turned and walked onto the terrace. I couldn’t hear what was being said on the call, but I knew the person on the other end had to be Violetta. Not long after, he returned with just the right amount of apology on his face.

“I can assure you that my son will do what I tell him to do. That entire scene at the church was all for show. He was acting and nothing really happened.” Walter sighs and shakes his head. “I don’t know. My daughter says that Connor was in Vegas the night of the bachelorette party. Her and the other girls didn’t stick around when he showed up, so they don’t know what actually happened. However, when the girls left, Deanna was sitting with Connor and his friend. So, I have to believe that something happened in Vegas between them.” I snort and smirk while I continue swirling my glass of brandy. “I can assure you that nothing happened in Vegas between those two. This will not be an iss

And then, an image of Elena's pale face, her forced smile, flashed in my head. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 10:20 PM. I shoved Vanessa off me and got up, fixing my suit. "Marco," I barked at the bodyguard by the door. "Have that French place on the West Side send over her favorite pastry. Elena likes it for a late-night snack." I shouldn't have left her alone at the hospital today. And today was... it was our anniversary. Fuck. I was supposed to throw a party for her. How could I forget?

Sophie stared at them for longer than was strictly necessary. Always you. Chosen by her sister eight months ago, at an appointment Sophie hadn't known about, for a man Charlotte had been quietly planning to leave. And now here it was, engraved in gold, being confirmed by the wrong twin in a jeweler's shop twenty minutes late because the right twin was somewhere on the Yorkshire coast building an entirely different life under an entirely different name. "Beautiful choice of words," Mr. Ashby said pleasantly. "Yes," Sophie managed. "It is."

Last night, after Rolando went, she had purposely turned off the alarm, hoping to indulge herself in sleep until she woke up naturally. But it was only half-past eight. This girl, she never gets out of bed until 10 o'clock if she has nothing to do. Did the sunrise from the west today? Oh my god. Libby's qualification has been canceled. The official explanation given by the school is that the wrong name was stuck there, but who would believe it? This is the first time such a big bug appeared in our university. Damn it, I'm so happy. " She knew that it wasn't because of the god, it because of Rolando.

"That's a colorful recounting, but yeah, the general details are there, I guess." I shifted toward him. "Well, if you wanted it told your way, you should have said it." Kha narrowed his eyes. "You're right. What really happened is this asshole decided my prom date needed a 'better' date and convinced her I was less than worthy of all the effort she put into it. You went all out, didn't you, little man?" Drake's eyes snapped bright blue. "Watch it..." "Stop." I cut in before either of them escalated. "We're just talking. And drop the names."

Lucas grinned. “Speed is therapeutic.” “Therapy would also work.” “That sounds poor.” I opened my mouth to argue, then suddenly froze. Oh no. “Oh no.” Lucas glanced sideways briefly. “What?” “My parole bracelet.” “What about it?” “I forgot it.” Silence. The Bugatti continued roaring down the road for another three seconds before Lucas turned slowly toward me. “You forgot your parole monitor?” “I forgot my parole monitor.” “You absolute fucking idiot!” “I got distracted!” “By what? The concept of employment?”

Check that the sluts weren't wearing panties. Normal things like that. I smiled as the first couple approached, so glad that there were no hitches. * * * At the last minute, the Community Center had to cancel holding prom. A disaster with their sprinkler system. The building is unusable. The prom committee is in a panic, but one of their members knows just where to hold it.

he turned back to the pot, "what kind of dress do you have in mind?" "Anything light blue is fine really." "When's the prom?" he asked as he served our plates of pasta and sauce. "It's in two weeks." I replied, twirling the pasta in my fork and pushing it into my mouth He chewed his food and swallowed hard, "You know I never went to my high school prom." he commented. "Really?" I blurted. He chuckled, "Yeah, I started getting into trouble in my senior year and a few days before prom, I got into a fight, as a disciplinary action, I was ordered not to come to prom, and quite frankly, I had better things to do."