Novel & Cerita 100% Match Book

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One last burst of speed drawn from pure instinct and muscle memory. She crossed the line. One. The system locked. Syntax’s avatar slammed into the barrier a heartbeat too late, hard, brutal, and useless. ZERO. The match ended. For a fraction of a second, there was nothing. Then the arena exploded. The sound crashed like thunder. People jumped to their feet, screaming, clapping, crying, and laughing. The giant screens flashed WINNER: OBSIDIAN_13, the letters blazing gold. “She did it—!” “OBSIDIAN_13 WINS—!”

The moment I focused on his words, my stomach turned to ice. "...yes, I understand the parameters," Anthony was saying, his voice clipped and utterly professional. "Cross-reference the sample again. I want a ninety-nine percent certainty. If it's a confirmed match, we move immediately. No delays." There was a pause. I could hear the faint, tinny sound of another person speaking through the phone's speaker. The voice was male, deep, and carried a distinct accent I couldn't quite place. I strained to listen, my body tense. The words I managed to catch made the air freeze in my lungs.

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There was only one way to find out. Drawing in a deep breath, I gripped a gold-bound book and tugged it out of the shelf. My heart hammered in anticipation but nothing happened. A sigh of longing left my lips as I ran my fingertips over the embossed pattern. ‘The Rites of life and death.’ How I wish I had the time to read this. I let my gaze linger on its cover for a moment before putting it back.

She was behaving like a student waiting to hear news about a recent exam. Rachel furrowed her brow and clicked on the email. Gwen's breath caught in her throat. The digital report appeared in front of their eyes. [Specimen A and Specimen B were a 99.99% match and are highly likely to be the same person.] Gwen read this sentence over and over, so much so that she wanted nothing more than to carve these words into her mind. Her gut feeling was right, and so was Rachel's suspicion. They were right!

Carolina asked to cheer her off. “Well, it is quite a shame because I do not think I will be in town by then, so I need to take part in the whole preparations”, Cecil said while she tried her possible best to bring up any possible excuse she could use. “I will not try to beat around, bush anymore and you should not do so as well, just admit that you are jealous”, Carolina said. “Jealous? That is hell no! Besides, my lovely girls are prettier and more successful than their own kids. And I believe that soon, you will be hearing the wedding bells of my daughter Cecil. So sit back and watch, okay”, Cecil boasted, although all that she had just said was hers, and not that of her children. “If you

Blake said softly. “What do you mean?” Vera asked. “I ran some tests with the blood. That is how matching is done. All three of us are a 100% match with you. Even if someone tries to push forward with marriage, they will not be able to because there is no higher match than ours,” Blake said. “What do you mean by push forward? I am not following what you are saying,” Vera said again, fully confused. She thought once they were out of the system, she would at least be safe because there would not be new wives in the picture.

Femi cannot think that I like his girl, the tense relationship we already had between our parents is putting so much on our family that we cannot afford to be quarreling too. “Wacko?” I tilted my head at my best friend who rolled her eyes at me. “Of everything I said, trust your brain to pick that one out.” “So that’s the reason why you are trying you hand at matchmaking?” I asked as Tomi shrugged. “It seems to be enough reason for me.” Tomi said as I sighed. “You suck at it.” I tell her as she throws her chips at me. “Food fight?” I asked her. “NO, you child.” She admonished with a giggle. “Since I suck at it, why don’t you give it a try?”

Bianca came over, and after looking at it for a while, she said, “C and E are definitely wrong so that leaves only A, B, D, and F. Jenna belongs to the D type so that might be the answer. Think about it.” Xavia felt like she could not think about it any longer. The first question was already so difficult, and there were ninety-eight more questions? The woman who obtained a 100% matching score was either a match made in heaven for Zivon or a tapeworm living in his stomach, right? Xavia wanted to give up.