Autumn The Matchmaker Novels & Stories

I cried until my tears ran dry and accepted the system’s offer to bind me to the Perfect Partner System. In the past, when we argued, Spencer said I was too jealous, immature, and not independent enough. I was not respectable and definitely not the sort of “Mrs. Greene” he wanted. After I was bound to the system, I prioritized him every time and ensured he was always satisfied. So, on the TV screen, I smiled calmly, raised my hand, and hushed them. Then, I accepted one of the microphones and smiled at the cameras. “Spencer and Ms. Xander are only business partners.

Reyna Andrews • I was a useless, pathetic omega. And for the first time, I realized that being alive isn't worth it. But I was wrong. I was cleaning the dirty floors of the packhouse. That day was my birthday. I just turned 17, it was then that I found out that the future alpha was my mate, who he came back from school. He was my soulmate. The one who was supposed to be my prince charming like my childhood imagination. I always knew he'll love me no matter what. Even if I'm broken.

"Read the grandfather's letter! There has to be a manual calibration code!" With trembling hands, Anaya tore open the folded piece of paper she had stuffed into her satchel. Her eyes raced over her grandfather Dinanath’s urgent handwriting as the tires shrieked against the crumbling edge of the cliff. The letter read: 'The hands must never meet in the dark, Anaya. When the world freezes, the watchmaker's blood is the only conductive anchor. Touch the central spindle. Force the alignment.' "My blood..." Anaya whispered. Without a second thought, she pressed her thumb firmly against the sharp, central spindle of the spinning golden hands. The metal sliced into her skin. A single drop of crimso

Anna I stood in front of the mirror, completely still. The woman looking back at me was… me—but not the version I saw every day juggling emails, school drop-offs, and last-minute grocery runs. No. This version of me looked like she belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. My light brown eyes looked brighter somehow, accentuated by soft golden tones that made them gleam like honey under candlelight. The makeup artist had given me just enough drama around the eyes to make them captivating, but nothing too bold. Everything was balanced—elegant.

Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone. The cold grew sharper and sharper, carving straight into my bones. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a notification. I turned my head slightly and saw that Morgan had just updated his social media. In the photo, he wore nothing but a thin short-sleeved shirt with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. 'So lucky Ms. Sheffield brought me a generator, or I would have frozen tonight too.' I stared at the picture for a long time.

“It’s true. Autumn is our mate. All three of us. This is not some game. This is fate.” I looked at her—Autumn. She stood behind Ivy and Rowan, quiet and still, her head slightly down like she was scared. But I could see her lips twitching. That was no fear. That was satisfaction. Then she stepped forward. “No,” Autumn said, her voice soft but firm. “I’m not their mate.” My heart dropped. “What are you talking about?” I asked, even though I already knew what she was doing. She was lying. Again. In front of everyone.

With each item I threw away, my heart grew colder. The sweeter those memories once were, the more they sickened me. It turned out every promise we had made was just a lie. After I finished clearing everything out, I took my suitcase and was ready to leave. However, someone suddenly called out from behind me. “Dylan, wait! Don’t go!” I turned and saw Clara and Jonah. Both were out of breath from chasing after me. They looked disheveled.