The Wrong Prom Date Novels & Stories

"I just missed you. Is that allowed?" I didn't answer. I'd promised myself I wouldn't get pulled into the rhythm of this conversation, the one where he set the tone and I spent the whole time reacting to it. "Remember this place?" he said, glancing around like the walls held something sacred. "We came here after your midterms last year. You ordered the wrong thing and hated it and ate mine instead." I did remember. That was the problem with him — he never forgot the details that made the past feel warm, even while forgetting the ones that made it unbearable.

Aimee's pov............. It was finally the day, the day everyone except me eagerly awaited for......Prom night, I was supposed to walk gallantly to the occasion with my handsome and charming date but No.....I wasn't, my date had betrayed me and broken my heart and on top of that, I no longer had a date for the prom....Great, just great!!!!! Left for me I was no longer interested in going for the prom, in fact I was just gonna stay at home , sleeping and eating all day....Dale could enjoy his time with his new date for all I care.

She'd asked, her voice laced with hesitance. I'd laughed, remembering the chaos. The day before the prom, my date's parents had put their foot down about their daughter going to prom with a kid from the wrong side of the tracks. It had left me dateless, and on such short notice, I had no prospects for another one. Trent, ever the loyal friend, told me to tag along with him and his date. No big deal. With a deep breath, she'd unveiled her secret. "Back in high school... senior prom night." She paused, collecting herself. "I heard your date bailed at the last minute. It broke my heart that they’d been so cruel, you know?"

Alpha's Hated Mate Mirabelle's POV Prom was last week, the student union decided to make it the week after exams. Shitty idea if you ask me, even though we had time to prepare for Prom before this but I was still unnerved. I went with Trey but as friends.

I nodded at him in acknowledgement, and he did the same for me. “So,” Gordon quizzed. “What are you doing here?” “Isn’t it obvious?” I retorted. Gordon simply rolled his eyes at me. “Aren’t you supposed to be at that sappy prom of yours?” I fought the urge to groan. “It’s not prom. Prom is at the end of senior year.” Both Harry and Gordon shared a mischievous look, and I narrowed my eyes at them in suspicion. ”What are you two plotting now?”

I looked into the room. The window was wide open, and the freezing wind rushed in. My niece's friends huddled by the bed, too scared to say a word. They were already in elementary school. How could they not know this was dangerous? My mate tried to reason with me. "Raven already admitted she was wrong. Honey, you've vented enough. Let's just bury the pup." I found it absurd. A life was gone, and all she had to do was say she was sorry?

I murmured, while I lifted a glass filled with vodka, as soon as the vodka found its way down my throat, my face turned squeezed, like someone who had tested aloe vera juice. I'm not getting any better! “Am I not deliberately punishing myself with this? What else can I do to lose the memory of this heartbreak?” I asked while gulping more vodka! My five years with Miguel were just a waste. He never loved me. He should have made this known to me earlier. Not promise to marry me only for him to shatter my heart on all other days but on my wedding day! “Am I supposed to let it chill?” Like a flash, the purple gown Linda was wearing on that day of my miserable and unrealistic wedding looked the s

“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?”

Already moving toward the next thing. Bridget put the phone face down on the vanity. The two hour timeline shift on the rehearsal dinner would create a conflict with the venue primary catering setup. The rerouted delivery would arrive at a location that had not been briefed. And Sloane would walk into a situation where the pieces she thought she had locked down were already moving somewhere else. Let her fix that, Bridget thought. Let her stand in the middle of it all and be perfectly composed and completely invisible. See if that is still enough.

“I understand.” She shifted slightly, her expression brightening as she continued. “Once everything settles… once this month is over, we’ll finally get married, Adrien,” she said, her voice filled with quiet excitement. “I’ve already started planning everything, the ceremony, the decorations… even what you’ll wear.” She let out a soft laugh. “I think white would suit you better than black for the ceremony, don’t you think?” I didn’t respond, because instead of feeling anything close to anticipation…I felt resistance. A quiet, growing discomfort that I couldn’t ignore, because nothing she was saying felt right.