A Match Made In Lies Novels & Stories

Laurel pointed the truth out, “Think about the fact. Archer is a natural match for us!" "There is no natural match! The mate bond is just a trap used by males to catch females. They know exactly that none of us want to live with the selfish, cunning, hypocritical and violent themselves for long!” She took a deep breath to calm herself down, “I’d like to cooperate with him just because he hasn’t lied. Not yet. I can tell that." "Sure, you've been living in lies for almost a life." "How could you know?! You weren't there for me!"

With the exception of Aunt Rosalie, of course. Her stomach suddenly clenched in a fit of nervousness. "What if they don't like me? What if I don't like them? What if I hate them?" Even though Giavanna's heart knew it was incredibly rare to remain unmated, her mind couldn't help but think about the few couples she knew who abhorred their mates. Humans weren't the only ones who had to worry about abusive partners and cheaters. Shaking her head, Giavanna stood up and decided to seek out the company of the most successful pairing she knew. A bowl of ice cream and a spirited round of poker with her parents sounded like the perfect way to distract her mind.

He stared at it for a few seconds then looked at me. “This could be fake, Riley.” “It could be real,” I countered. He stared at me again. His eyes bore through me, as though he could see all of my lies. He’d said Riley’s name like he knew it wasn’t mine and he watched me like he waited for me to slip up. I took the ID back and stepped away hoping it would make his gaze less penetrating. It didn’t. “Are you Kalil?” “You ever danced before?”

Katy winked at her, with the intention of starting that kind of conversation she hated. "That is not part of the job description, Miss matchmaker! Even if he is hot as volcano, what has that to do with me?" Lia asked, rolling her eyes. "He could be married with kids or probably an old man with a lot of grey hair and awkward walking steps" She added. Katy shrugged and focused on her doughnut innocently, but suddenly she gasped in amazement. “Wow!” she stared agape at Lia as she spun around in the beautiful dress.

The blue light moves to Leana and I watch as it enters her mouth and spreads around her tongue. “Ohh, it’s like blueberry cotton candy,” Leana says and I can taste the sweet on her tongue. “Now, show me what it tastes like when someone lies,” Ennata says. “My name is Drake Castien,” Leana says and instantly, I taste the metallic flavor of her lie. My lip curls and so does Ennata’s. “That’s disgusting,” she says. “Yes. Lies do taste disgusting. Try one of your own, so you know for sure that I’m telling the truth,” Leana says to her.

But if I lie again,. I stop when the thought I was thinking earlier returns in my mind. Following that, a choice to pretend, once again, that I’m something I’m not cropping up next—a matchmaker. Not even sure if that's the right term for the job I'm applying for, but I gotta say it. And so, with a heavy heart but a determined spirit, a lie flies out of my lips once again, “I was a matchmaker.” The air in the room seems to grow heavy as my words hang between us. I watch anxiously as Hugh's expression shifts from surprised to confused, his brows furrowing at my audacious claim.

“One, I love video games. Two, I once pushed a stranger in a pool. Three, I love pickles. Which one’s the lie?’ he said and we started guessing. “You love pickles is the lie,” I spoke first. “I agree with Muff,” Michane followed and next was Krys who also agreed. “Bro, we know you. You could easily push somebody off even on a cliff.” We all laughed at what Levine said. “Okay, I’m next. One, I know how to dance. Two, I have three siblings. Three, I forget a lot about birthdays,” Krysyle said, making our brows furrow. “There’s literally no lie there, Krysyle Verlice,” I answered. “There is!” she exclaimed. “I’m guessing she knows how to dance is a lie,” Clint answered, making me do a facepalm.

My Mate **

However, as Liesel listened to his tirade, her eye twitched. "What game are you playing?" she couldn't help but ask. "It's a dating simulation game. No one loves me, damn it! Am I not charming enough?"

---- Saxe Hendrix Mondragon Four unsuccessful engagements led to one solution: finding the ideal matchmaker for a successful marriage. That's my mother's suggestion. I had enough of my mother's annoying wishes. I have no plans to settle down, nor am I ready for love. All I need is an alibi to make them believe I have found the perfect wife. But before I could make my move, my mother had already hired a matchmaker—a matchmaker who was the opposite of what I expected. The moment I laid my eyes on Louise, who happened to be the matchmaker, I found it hard to believe that a beauty like a goddess works in this type of business.