Walk Date Novels & Stories

When Ethan Lane came back from his business trip, he pulled two dolls out of his suitcase. One was pink, the other blue. His daughter, Nina Lane's eyes lit up for a second when she saw the pink one. But instead of reaching for it, she glanced over at Crystal Shaw, Vivian Shaw's daughter. That five-year-old girl had already stretched out her hand for the pink doll. So Nina pulled her hand back and said quietly, "I'll take the blue one." I froze. Nina's loved pink ever since she was little. Her backpack is pink, her water bottle is pink, even her hair clips are always pink. But the moment Crystal was in the picture, she stepped aside. Later, when Ethan drove Vivian and Crystal home, I ask

On a Saturday in October they walked somewhere new. Not the ridge walk of the seventh year — that walk had become an occasional Saturday walk, a known walk in the way that the Thursday walks were known walks, the path familiar to their feet, the views expected but still capable of producing surprise in the right light or the right season. The ridge walk was the walk they took when they wanted the familiar pleasure of the known route, the comfort of the anticipated vista, the specific quality of a landscape that had been walked into their bodies across multiple years.

Walker! Violet gazed lazily at the sky, walking next to Carl as they entered the hotel.

In her wedding dress, she stepped protectively in front of her first love, Kyle Walter. "Chris, I'll give you whatever compensation you deserve for what I owe you. But I won't let you hurt Kyle." All eyes were on me. But instead of losing my temper as they expected, I just calmly waved my hand. "Forget it." With that, I put down the bouquet, turned around, and left without a second's pause. They didn't know that I was a traveler from another world. Getting close to Emily was just a mission the system assigned me so I could eventually go home.

And walked. Down the aisle.

"Anything, huh?" He froze, his glance darting to the hair tie. A flash of unease crossed his face before he masked it with a scowl. Grinding his teeth, he nodded grudgingly. "Yeah. Anything." The room buzzed with his colleagues' teasing. A school buddy grinned. "Guess you're tying the knot, Dr. Woodard." Others chimed in, chuckling. "Eight years is long enough. When is the wedding?" "I've got my gift ready."

The day I actually agree to a divorce, you'll regret it. I zipped my suitcase, walked out, and headed straight for the airport. Before I boarded, my phone lit up with messages from Vincent: [You're at the airport? Are you seriously leaving?] [At least stay somewhere in the city. Move into the house I was going to give you.] [Come back. The house is yours. If you want a different one, I'll buy it. Just don't be mad, okay?] I deleted my social media, shut off my phone, and flew toward my new life.

Several classmates who used to be on good terms with me apologized in quiet voices as they passed me while being taken away. James struggled to crawl toward me, and he grabbed my pant leg. "Can you forgive me, Celeste?" I shook my head coldly. James looked like he was in pain as he proceeded to throw up more blood. He passed out after that. Their regrets meant nothing to me. I could never forgive them for what they did to me. This entire fiasco was streamed live by a passerby. It took only a few hours for it to trend. Everything happened so fast, and angry comments filled the stream.

"Yes. How about you? I can give you a ride if you're heading home." Simon offered. "No, it's fine. I can just ride a taxi." "No, I insist. I was in fact about to head into your condo though." "Okay," she succumbs. Who wouldn't like a free ride? "I'll be having a birthday party on Saturday, you can come if you want." He handed her a four by four size card, with the place's name embroidered on it. Which serves as a pass to enter the place. "This Saturday?" "Yes, why are you busy that day? Do you have plans?"

"Why can't I leave? Who do you think you are to control me?" He visibly flinched. I'd always been soft and never thrown a tantrum, much less spoken to him in such a harsh tone. After a brief pause, his expression hardened in fury. "I traveled for days to come to you, and is this how you're supposed to talk to me? "You've been so wilful that you've crossed the line, Celeste. Not only did you ruin our wedding anniversary, but you've also had the venue reclaimed during the event itself!