Greek Matchmaker 소설 & 이야기

“Oh, umm okay. Why is he so concerned by that? I mean I know why I am. But still” “As I am sure you know, match makers are sort after. Because they show you the person who will help you achieve success. By showing you the person who can help you achieve your desires. That’s all they are. Someone who can help you achieve your goals. However, some people have a true match. Which is like a real-life soul mate. It’s very rare. You are Justen’s true match. That’s why his so hung up on protecting you, it’s frankly a real pain in my ass. But I have no control over it. So, I have to work with it the best I can.” “That is really reassuring, that there is someone looking out for me”

Gerard interrupted their joyful moment. Annaliese dan Beatrice then turned to Gerard. “Your followers are really something, Anna. I can see how much they love you.” Gerard giggled while shaking his head. “Someone suggested a matchmaking festival in Ireland for you to join in the comment section. The reason is definitely to help you move on and meet your love. Then all of your followers voted for this idea. Accidentally, I opened the new message sent by Eudaimonia in our inbox this morning – sorry, Bea. I know it’s your responsibility. But! They approved of the idea and would like to make it the first project of you being its ambassador.”

Even in death. This story is about a matchmaker who can't fall in love and a detective who can't feel anything.

"He said the football and his appearance make it impossible for him to find true love. You know how he is; romantic and shit. A soft cinnamon roll." "Oh..." Michelle's face suddenly turns grim. "Well... How about we set up Addison with an account for the same app and try to match her with Jason? It would be so fun." My bottom lip quivers. "No... It's a good idea, but Jason already thinks I'm a stalker! I can't try to match with him on an app!" "On the app, he won't know it's you," Maddox says while fiddling on his phone, probably trying to find the app. "You can bond with him and shit and later reveal it's you—boom."

“No, not breeding. Who gives a shit about breeding? And I won’t be pushed into anything.” He stood and glanced out the window at the women going into the front of the building with what appeared to be pies, cookies, and cakes in their grasp. His mother had done well. Telling them his preferences ensured they offered up something he liked. But two could play that game. “Where’s the card?” Spike frowned. He glanced around the office. “What card?” “The one you mentioned is about a matchmaker, Gerri or something.” “Ah, yes. Gerri Wilder.” Spike nodded and shoved his hand into his pocket. “She matched my cousins. Their mother, much like yours, tried to interfere, but Gerri gave them the perfect m

I said quietly. She stiffened, and I instantly regretted my words. I had no right to criticize her or my uncle. “We braved a lot of unpleasantness because we took you in. You can hardly hold it against us that we are happy to have found such a honorable match for you.” “Has it been decided?” I asked quietly. She frowned. “As good as. The Grecos insist on Phoenix’s relative for the marriage, naturally,

Aphrodite: I sat at my desk, my fingers flying across the keyboard, as I worked on the latest updates for our matchmaking app, aiming to make everything much more sophisticated. It had taken me almost a year to design the app and another month to upgrade it, but finally, I was almost done. Seeing the results, I knew it was all worth it.

I offered mine to Gabriella, saying, “My lady.” She looked at her father again for reassurance. He nodded, even if it was a strained nod filled with disdain. I knew he didn’t like me, but if my little Angel was indeed my mate, then I would take her ‘with only her panties’ or ‘steal each other’ as they say in Greece. [‘Την πήρε με το βρακί’ ή ‘κλεφτήκανε’ is the elopement or run away from one’s parents in order to get married.] If she didn’t turn out to be my mate, then I would challenge everyone who would claim her just to make her mine.

I described. "Are you still waiting for her?" she inquired, and I nodded. After a brief pause, she joined me and sat down. "I'm Ashley," she introduced herself with a smile. """"""""""''''''' "There's no way I'll ever listen to that fanatic goddess's sayings!" I yelled, frustration boiling inside me. "You have to, Steven. She is our Matchmaker; you cannot disobey our goddess," Liam insisted, trying to reason with me. "But how? How am I not your destined mate when we are so obviously perfect for each other?" Maya cried, her voice laced with desperation.

"That bitch is crazy. You know what, I'll help you find a date for next weekend." "How?" Luke's eyes glanced around as his mind raced. "Got it, there's this new online match-making site, the women there are the cities rich and wealthy singles. You will land a date quick and easy." "Sounds great, when do we start!"