Greek Matchmaker の小説・ストーリー

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.

Jeanette held Jason and cried loudly. Sebastiano had been forced to that extent. If her brother still refused to agree, what could he do even if he was saved? Jason patted Jeanette on the shoulder and said softly, "Don't be silly. You won't die. I just helped two become a couple today. In fact, I'm addicted to being a matchmaker. It's not impossible for me to make you two a couple." Looking at Madison, Jason said softly, "I should have accompanied you on the first night, but I can't. I'll ask Phoebe and the others to accompany you."

Are we back to this mow? “Are you going to pretend like you don’t talk again?” Greece doesn’t say anything, her hand just remains suspended in the air until I take it from her and let my eyes dance over the words. “You must feel like you are the king of the world just because you marked me, turned me on and left me right? Well, newsflash, it doesn’t mean anything to me. We are mates but that’s what we will ever be. Do not expect me to suddenly accept you just because the moon goddess made us mates. You can consider it the start of your punishment for what you did. Do not expect mate duties from me. We are still two strangers and yes, I love the way your fingers curled inside of me, I bet it

No matter how many layers Drake has around him, Marcy was confident that she will be able to win him over. At the mentioning of rejection, Marcy remembered George, the Greek God who gave her a few minutes of bliss before the harsh truth plunged her into agony. Does Drake have a mate or someone he prefers? Marcy was confident that a guy like Drake probably has several women at home, willing to please him. What if he has a harem? "Do you know if Drake found his mate?"

Carla, in turn, grinned and shrugged as if it was just another day in her eventful life. "Whoa, hold your horses," John interjected, his confusion palpable. "This is too much. And what's with you using Greek letters to address positions in a pack? But more importantly, what the heck does it mean you revealed as a Gamma, and can someone, once and for all, explain to me what the heck is a mate?" His exasperated tone cut through the silence of the bar.

Acacia took out her laptop, eating snacks from her bag. "Matchmakers have been coming over, but none of the guys I've met so far appeal to me." Urania wouldn't pressure Eranthe to get married. In this regard, she doesn't seem troubled, saying, "Open your eyes wide when looking for a partner. This is a lifelong matter, and it's better not to settle for something that doesn't truly fit."

He was still engrossed in work, gazing at both documents side by side. "See you later." I grabbed the door knob and exited the office. I knew something was definitely fishy because Zain would have started blabbing about her if there wasn't a problem in the first place. "Fine, fine, I'm going…" I replied to my grumpy wolf. He had never pushed me this way before and I wondered what message the moon goddess was trying to pass for me but as for now, I do not believe in true love. "I strolled from the pack house to the woods, all the while, I was lost in thoughts. Not only about the mate stuff but I was also worried about my friend and his Luna. They were mates but it seemed like they were not me

“He sends his gifts and wishes the Lion heart pack well. He has also sent us to retrieve his promised bride. The daughter of your dead Alpha promised him.” My sister. Camille. She paled beside me, gripping my hand in a death like grip. No, she mindlinked me. No, Catherine. I can't go. I'm mated to Jackson. I love him. I can't be with the Lycan King! “And if we refuse?” I asked the Messenger. He arched his brow as if the prospect of me refusing was funny and laughed. “Well, prepare to hold many more burials. The Lycan King is known for many things. His temper is one of them.”

"Look, Aria. How about I introduce you to a few other warriors from the neighboring packs? Strong, capable Alphas." My eyes widened. "A few?" "I mean elite colleagues within the legal pack," he clarified quickly, his scent turning defensive. "I'm not suggesting you juggle a whole den of men. Look at Graham Cole, the strategist signing with us today. His mate used to be his coworker before she settled into the pack-mother role full-time." Dominic seemed pleased with his own logic, thinking he’d successfully pivoted from his own failures to a new hunt for my future. I just stared at him, bewildered. Since when did my stoic, cold-blooded father become a matchmaker?

As she stepped out of the library, however, something caught her attention. At the far end of the hallway, a small figure was running away as fast as her little legs could carry her. And if she wasn't mistaken, she could hear a tiny giggle echoing through the hallway. Graziel frowned. "Junie?" But the little girl had already disappeared around the corner. She never saw the wide, mischievous smile spread across Junie's face as she ran away. The little matchmaker had just completed another successful mission.