Books Like Matched Novels & Stories

This guy had some real sex appeal. It had to be the mate bond. No way would a guy like him be even a little bit interested in a number geek like her. This was the plot of some romance novel she’d read as a teenager. The hot guy didn’t go for the smart girl in real life; they went for the cheerleader type.

Notwithstanding that they didn't always come to the events held at the Matchmaking Bar, they needed to be present to be announced as a successful participant in getting a partner on the last day. As Annaliese and William entered the bar, people started to cheer for them. They were led to stand in front of the others on the small stage. Mr. Daly himself joined them, bringing the famous ancient-looking ‘Lucky Book’ with him. He asked them to touch the book while standing on his left and right sides before finally getting photographed. Afterward, they were dragged into the middle of the bar to dance to special cheerful music. Having no competence in dancing, they bumped into each other frequent

“You looked tense. Figured it was a good time to pop in.” David grinned. “He’s always tense.” Lauren waved him off. “Yes, but this is the mate-bond kind of tense. I can smell it from outside.” Michael exhaled and dropped into the chair across from her. “It’s not that simple.” “You found your mate, right?” Lauren asked, tilting her head. “She’s beautiful. Strong. Good for you. So what’s the issue?” “She’s human,” he said quietly. That sobered them both.

Dax had been right about one thing–none of the other women could compare to my fated mate. My senses were attuned to everything about her and every movement she made. Her scent, when I breathed it in, seeped into my veins and under my skin. Even through my coat, I could feel her hot touch. My dick was hard as diamond, and it wasn’t going to soften any time soon.

Her eyes skimmed the titles: Combat Training – Pack Engagements Advanced Shifting & Control Alpha Command & Tactics Wolf Law and Governance Mate Bonds: Emotional & Spiritual Responsibilities History of the Moon Goddess & Ancient Lineage She read the last two lines twice, her stomach twisting. Mate Bonds. The Moon Goddess. She hadn’t anticipated how bitter it would feel, seeing those written so plainly—like studying the things she would never truly be part of. There was no place for a female in an Alpha curriculum, let alone one pretending to be a boy. Even the idea of mate bonds felt foreign to her now, something distant and unreachable, like a dream she’d once had and forgotten.

The Alpha gave me a little nudge, and I chuckled, saying yes, and just as the both of us began to think of the best way possible to teach my brother a lesson, the doors opened wide. “Speak of the devil,” the Alpha clapped, as a young man walked into the room. The first thing I noticed was his hair, dark just like father's, while his features, soft and detailed like Mom's. “Mate,” I heard a faint voice inside my head, the voice of my poisoned wolf. “Mate?” I fired immediately, thinking I had heard wrong, but my wolf repeated herself. “Yes, he is mate.”

But Crescent and I have not had a whiff of my mate's scent, nor did we feel any connection to anyone we had just met. As my wolf whimpered for me to go back, I pulled myself together and opened the library doors and inhaling the scent of old parchment, books and dust. I hoped my mate would smell like this because it was intoxicating. Settling down on one of the bean bags, I grabbed the nearest book and started to flip through the pages, to my luck it was a book about humans, actually more like a romance book with humans starring in it.

The city moved at a gentler pace. People bundled in coats hurried through streets. Children built imperfect snowmen. Cars crawled cautiously through intersections. Life continued. Beautifully ordinary. Later that afternoon, Ama found herself walking home alone. Fresh snow crunched beneath her boots. The air carried that unique winter stillness. Not silence. A quieter version of the world. She passed a bookstore. Then stopped. A display window had caught her attention. New releases. Classic novels. Poetry collections. Stories. So many stories. Each one beginning with a choice.

There was even a fireplace and a dark wine colored chaise lounge in front of the tiny fire. Kallen let my hand go as I started to explore on my own. From Bronte to Dickens to Maas, and even Rowling - there were authors of every time and every genre scattered about. I opened a few books, noticing how a few had pages bookmarked or a note in the front of the book in Kallen’s handwriting, saying how the book impacted his thoughts or where he bought the book. Each one seems so unique to his heart. “Find anything good?” He chuckled from the chaise lounge, hands behind his head, and watched me with a smile. I smiled back and put away the book I had before walking to him and straddling his lap.