100% Match Book Novels & Stories

he declared and immediately after every wolf was typing their answer at a furious pace so that they did not miss even a second of the match. “Well well well,” Samantha said in an amused voice. “With a 99% to 1% ratio, we have a resounding victory of ‘No’s winning !!!! Guess they are like trees afterall- they’ll take forever to grow up !!! Haha,” she laughed and the wolves howled mischievously in concurrence in the backdrop.

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I was minding my own business and was burying myself in an old book found at the bookstore when my phone chimed. With a notification. From HarmonyMatch. I groaned, dreading opening the message, but I did anyway. "Miss Vivienne Skye Harper, Congratulations on your eligibility to join the Matching! The ceremony will happen on the 3rd of October at a local HarmonyCenter assigned to you after registration. Your participation in this program is not only a personal opportunity for a fulfilling life but also a contribution to the greater good of our society. Strong families are the cornerstone of a prosperous and harmonious future, and your involvement will play a crucial role in achieving this vis

It must be great to have friends. " that's great baby, you can invite her over, " His mother smiled at Asher and it was bright and too fake. The Bonavich's are one of the most important people in the country, they are the family's competitor. He didn't let the emotions take over his face, his blank and emotionless face was up to them. " Ace?" someone whispered to him. His thirteen years old sister, Anaya Alastar. Ace and Anaya we're the closest.

As the banquet hall doors swung open, blazing spotlights fell on Emily, making her shine like an angel descending from the heavens. At the far end of the stage, Caleb stood in a white suit, gently extending his hand to her. Everything seemed to be going perfectly. Unable to contain her excitement, Emily whispered to the camera, "Do you see this, Gabriella? Your assistant, your fans, even your husband doesn't notice anything amiss. "Everything you've ever been proud of means nothing!"

I typed, "Hugo, I need you to set things up for me—same old rules, the 10:00 pm match between the Maran Leopards and Brondale United." Hugo replied almost instantly, his excitement palpable even through the words on my screen. "Boss! You're back?" I told him to dig into the setup behind the match. I needed the source of Ian's feed for the game. One of the bookmakers had slipped through my fingers back then. I hadn't forgotten about that. Perhaps Ian's attempt to taunt me would end up allowing me to kill two birds with one stone. After exiting the restroom stall, I looked into the mirror and straightened my collar. The man staring back at me had a completely expressionless face.

Junie quickly looked up at the sky. "The sky!" Graziel shook her head. "No." "Your jeans!" "No." "The juice bottle?" "No." Junie kept guessing one answer after another. Meanwhile, Kevin quietly looked around. He didn't say anything. He seemed to be taking the game seriously. After a few seconds, he slowly raised the bottle of water in his hand. "The cap." Graziel looked at it. The bottle cap was blue. She smiled. "Correct." Kevin gave a small nod. Junie looked at her father, clearly unhappy that he guessed it before she did. But after a moment, she smiled anyway.

The mole had told me everything. I looked at the tablet. The biometric scan was circling a 99.8% match. "I’ve got you," I whispered to the empty room. "I’ve finally got you."

“Why were you watching a video of one of my matches?” He recognised the video immediately. At his school, matches were filmed to post on the school website for promotion and to show off sporting achievements. The match that was playing out on the screen had been one of his best, he had scored all of the goals. The part he didn’t like was where his top had lifted up when he jumped to score a goal. “I only get to see you once a week so I have to make do somehow,” Sebastian said with a noticeably red face. “You’re very attractive to watch when you’re in your element. I just didn’t know you would find out.”

“Hey, Em. You called?” “Yeah,” she said, her voice bordering between bored and clinical. “I ran that test.” “And?” I asked, glancing back toward the church. Still no parental units. “And… it’s a match.” We were both silent for a long exhale before I said, “I’m sorry. Are you saying… that was Jack in that video.” “Well, not one hundred percent sure,” she began. I forced myself to breath. “How sure?” “Ninety-nine point nine.”