Books Like Matched Mga Nobela at Kwento

I moved slowly through the hallway, my senses on high alert, searching for any sign of Isabella's scent. I froze as I caught the faintest whiff of her, my hands instinctively clenching into fists. "She's been here," I growled. The scent was faint, but to my heightened senses, it was unmistakable. It was the smell of home, of comfort, of the mate I was about to lose.

Yet his phone remained silent, causing him to toss it aside in annoyance. At that moment, his office door was gently pushed open before Melissa entered to make her report. Her eyes were still red-rimmed, and like usual, she appeared docile, gentle, and obedient. No matter what he said, she always kept a humble demeanor. Nothing at all like Marissa. Marissa had always been a strong, independent woman who only relied on logic when dealing with problems. As Liam stared at Melissa's red-rimmed eyes, his mind slowly drifted. He thought back to when his company was first founded. At the time, Marissa was still a young woman fresh out of university, innocent and inexperienced in the ways of the wor

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.

Vera put on a confused expression and said, "That's so strange. The matches can grant any wish, yet you chose to turn yourself into a monster. Renee, do you have some kind of thing for looking old? Because that's the only explanation I've got." It felt like someone had reached into my chest and wrung my heart out like a wet rag. If the matches were not the problem, and my third wish had been for Vera to get what she deserved, then why had everything landed on me instead?

“That's because you haven't found someone that makes your heart thump harder, someone that makes you feel butterflies in your stomach.” “Yuck, you are such a girl.” Jules twisted his mouth as he stared at his brother. “Janice!” Jules watched as Maggie and the named girl hugged each other enthusiastically. It was obvious they were more than acquaintances. “I thought you weren't interested in coming!” Maggie hollered, even as they were close to each other. “Please.” Janice did an eye roll and continued. “Why would I miss a wedding I matched?” So, she was a matchmaker. Jules made an interesting observation as his eyes drank in her feature.

she explained, picking the book up. “So I’ll look into the unbinding if you want to check that book about our mate bond.” she suggested. “Divide and conquer. An excellent strategy.” I nodded, picking up the mate book. I sighed, settling into the sofa starting to flip through the pages. This book was impressive. Not just the magic but the amount of research and effort that went into finding all this.

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?”

So we set the usual rules, and the winners are the best of the three. The first match goes pretty well, and Mom and I win after a handful of minutes. The second match didn't go as well for Mom and me, though, as we were about to win, disaster. When I moved, I stepped down on my sister's foot, which caused me to start toppling. As it turned out, we were too close to the side, and to keep Mom from hitting the side, I twisted us away. Doing that, though, put me face to pussy with Mom. I could feel her heat as before on my neck, but with my face there, it was scorching.

The faint scent of something dark and expensive lingering in the air wood, spice, something almost smoky. Elias ran a finger along the spines, scanning titles. History. Economics. Philosophy. Control disguised as curiosity, he thought absently. He crouched to reach the lower shelf, pulling out one book, then another. When he straightened, his elbow brushed the desk. Something slid. He caught it automatically before it hit the floor. A matchbook. Black. Matte. Thick cardstock. Elias stared at it. His pulse kicked hard enough to make his ears ring.

Curiosity tugged at her to go to the library. She got out of the room and followed the path Alice had described. The library's doors creaked open, revealing rows of shelves stacked with books. The air was a bit dusty and cobwebs hung around. She wondered if people hardly came here. She trailed her fingers along the spines of the books until she found one titled: “The Lunar Bond, The mating of wolves” Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted the heavy book. She opened it, reading in silence about bonds, instinct and transformations.