Autumn The Matchmaker Novels & Stories

“Why would I be nervous to meet your brother? I’ve seen him before.” Autumn shrugged. “Because he doesn’t like you.” That just confirmed my theory. So I hadn’t been imagining those daggers he had shot at me at the wedding. “Thank you for the vote of confidence,” I answered sarcastically. “No.” Autumn walked across the carpet until she stood right in front of me, her head tilted as she met my eyes. “He doesn’t like you ‘yet’ because he doesn’t really know you. Once he knows you, he won’t have a choice but to like you. Just like I did.”

They both looked each other with scared expressions and handover me white envelope. " What's that?" I opened the envelope and saw three pictures of Autumn. She was kidnapped by Victor. I trun the photograph and read his massage. " If you want to see your love alive than follow my command and if you deny it than you will see dead body of beloved Autumn, wait for my second massage."

“I was certain you were someone who made things. This is incredible. Is the pumpkin made from a zinnia?” “Yes, it is. I should have known you’d recognize it.” Apparently, our equally obsessive interest in crafts suited each other rather well. We were two adults old enough to know better, enthusiastically praising one another’s work. But there was no one there to see us, so it did not matter. “Would you like to come inside? I’ll make some hot tea.” “Then I’ll accept.” When Mr. Sasagawa opened the door, Ro rose at once, as though he had been waiting for us.

"You'll find out when we get there. Go get ready and make yourself look good." Frowning, Marcus voiced his concern, "You're not planning to take me to a matchmaking event, are you? I'm not interested." Yaslyn reassured, "No, relax. It's not a matchmaking event." 'I'm the one arranging a match for you,' she thought to herself. After receiving such a generous gift from Xoan the previous night, Marcus was willing to go along, although he found the situation a bit odd. Taking Yaslyn's advice, Marcus freshened up. He put on casual gray attire and a dash of cologne, enhancing his already charismatic appearance. Pleased with her handiwork, Yaslyn and Xoan took Marcus to the Stewart family home.

she said, and their mother stood in their middle. “Rejection? Emery, have you found your mate?” Laura asked. “No time for explanations, mother, come on, Emery, let’s go!” She held her sisters hands, pulling her upstairs, and their mother followed suit, asking questions. “What’s going on?” “Ok mom, Emery found her mate, but he’s the brutal man… Great Alpha Kaiser and…” Emilia explained all that happened while Emery packed her bags. Laura let out a deep gasp before shaking her head, “She can’t leave!”

“They were glowing, Autumn. Silver. And not in the Veilwalker way. In the hollowed-out way.” She looked down. “I met someone.” His face contorted in disbelief, a mix of anger and confusion twisting his features. “In the Hollow?” “A soul merchant. Luma,” Autumn replied, her voice steady but her hands trembling as they gripped the coin with an intensity that betrayed her anxiety. Tristan's jaw clenched, his expression darkening like a storm cloud. “That’s impossible. Luma’s been dead since—” “Then her soul survived,” Autumn interjected, rising defiantly to her feet. She lifted the shimmering coin, light glinting off its surface like a beacon in the dim room.

“Together we would hunt you down to the end of the earth if that’s what it would take to find you and get you away from those hunters.” I felt overwhelmed by their love pouring through our bond, so I did the only thing I could think of. I switched into Artemis and ran off. 'Come and catch me, boys.' Both switched and followed me through the woods that looked nothing like the charred remains they used to be when I first got here. It had grown into a beautiful forest with new trees that would be strong enough to grow for decades to come. Raiden growled lowly and looked at Zev, 'it's time to hunt for our mate. Whoever finds her first gets to taste her…'

There was so much to do. She was working furiously to sew a dress, this one for Hester Pineyfrock in a dark shade of green, Pozzletot watching and chirping his disapproval at her pace from time to time when a knock at the door caught her attention. In fact, by the time the knocking finally registered, she realized it was not the first knock. She had grown quite accustom to Maevis knocking and then letting herself in so that she no longer seemed to notice the knock. This was different, however. It wasn’t Maevis’s gentle rapping to announce her presence; rather this was a knock with a purpose, and Serendipity couldn’t help but feel both startled and alarmed at its existence.

He didn't say thanks, but he didn't throw it in the trash either. "Step one of the friendship mission is a success," I whispered to my reflection in the mirror. Later that afternoon, I had to head back to Mayla’s. I still had two boxes of books and some winter clothes to move, and as much as I loved my new freedom, I missed my niece even if she knew how to get on my nerves. The Beckett house felt different when I walked in. It was still beautiful and smelled like expensive candles, but it felt hollow. I was taping up my last box when a shadow fell across the doorway.

Amelia replied to Rosalie as she dusted off imaginary lint from her shoulder, "There's no need to thank me, I want the best for my daughter." She gave a sly smile, "But if you could bring a man back..., that would be great. I do not doubt that certain wolves will be drawn to you the moment they lay eyes on you." Rosalie shook her head in disbelief. Her mother had resumed her role as the matchmaker for her.