Greek Matchmaker Novels & Stories

I brushed my sweaty face with my hands, shaking my head, they will have to wait. “Who is this person?” I asked anyway. “A Mick Zervas…” I couldn't guess if I'd heard of him before or seen him. My uncle had sent me the list of the eight investors without any introductions. He'd intentionally left me to wander and settle them by myself. “He owns one of the best booming matchmaking companies in Australia.” Rosie explained. “A matchmaking company again, damn it in Australia.” Oliver groaned from his file to look at the window, lost in thoughts.

Something about makes sense but I don't know how though. But either way. This was one of the best days of my life. Something weird and funny happened though. Mirabelle was trying to play matchmaker but it backfired. So there is this girl My Fiancé invited, her name is Giselle. So they tried to force her on Vincenzo, in a good way of course but here's how it went.

Or perhaps he had sniffed another man’s scent on me. “Me?” he repeated,raising his brows. “Not ‘me,’ baby,” he corrected, closing the space between us and pulling me close. “It’s ‘we,’ Maddy. I’m going to take you along with me. I want you to come with me to Greece. Next month, new year, new start. Just the two of us. Leave everything here,the crazy job, this bitter city, all of it and let’s get married on some cliff over the sea and build the life we’re supposed to have together.”

The glee on Piper and Lindsay’s faces are unmistakable. More matches are read, none shows pure happiness of being matched with the other though none openly reject their matches, not until Piper's initials are read and she's matched with the nephew of a powerful Alpha. Which is obviously not good enough for her. Her screams of rage tear through the whole hall as she curses at her supposed match violently. Lady Eleanor has to order the guards to drag her out of the hall. But karma is not yet done. Lyndsay’s initials are called, only for lady Eleanor to announce that she has been mated to no one. That she'll have to try next time.

Mother dropped the ice pack on the table, "Summer make sure she doesn't come out of her room till the dinner party." Summer nodded her head, I didn't want to get her in trouble so I followed behind her. "Mother, what did the matchmaker say?" I paused when I heard Ziora say. What matchmaker? "She said she would fix a date for you and Mr. Kenzal to meet and he is the best match for you and our company," Mother replied to Ziora. I wanted to hear their remaining conversation but couldn't because I left before they could hear me eavesdropping.

Hiding himself among the fighters. I can’t help but giggle at him being put in his place by a woman. Luke joins us. “So, you’re an item now?” He smirks. I nod. “Yes. We decided last night.” “Hey! That’s great!” He slaps my arm. “I knew you could do it.” He grins. Wren laughs. “Luke Jackson, our resident Cupid.” He shrugs. “I just got a nose for these things.” “I’m sure Alexi didn’t have anything to do with it.” Wren tilts her head to him.

So she researched. She believed in fate, destiny, karma. She believed in divine beings playing with people’s hearts and souls, creating a perfect match for everyone. And she believed in those ancient lore of love. How, according to Greek legends, Zeus split up the pairs, damning them to spend their lives searching for their other half. They were soulmates, and they were meant to be. And she believed that one day, somehow, someway, they would reunite. She believed in the Chinese string theory of how a red string tied together two souls. And no matter the time, place, distance or situation, nothing could break the bond between those two hearts who were meant to be.

Chapter 23 Over the past twenty-four hours, Jackson hadn’t been able to keep his mind off Lana. It was like he could still smell her, still feel his arms wrapped around her. Being with her made him feel like there was something important, something bigger than them trying to lead them to one another. It was as if there were some celestial force trying to play matchmaker, and he didn’t mind that. If only the same celestial force weren’t also matching her up with his alpha—and eventually at least one more streak-mate. But there were stories of the old streaks making this kind of arrangement work.

When the matchmaker finished taking a bath, he almost screamed when he saw someone lying on the bed with a white face because of the night cream she applied, including the light was dim at that time which added more horror. "Oh my God, Ellie!" he snorted. He held his chest with one hand because his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. "Sorry…" she apologized. "W-why are you here? Don't tell me you're going to sleep here?" "The bed is spacious. I could sleep on one side and you on the other." Elyana gestured her hand to show him which side she would take. "For real?" The matchmaker couldn't believe her. He turned away to look for clothes to wear in the closet. That scenario was what he was d

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?”