Match Making Novels & Stories

Dipping my gaze to their extended arms with a shake of my head, I said, "No offense but I'd rather not touch either of you. Can't risk one of you being my mate and ruining the games. I'm sure you both have a lot to prove." Sarcasm dripped from the edge of my sharp smile. In actuality, I wasn't brave enough to accept one of them if they were my mate. It would just be better to avoid touching them if the possibility existed. Centuries ago, when finding a mate was a more common feat, we could scent our mates. As time went on, that changed. Now, the only way to know if someone was your destined half, was if you felt a spark when they touched you. It made finding one's mate a nearly impossible ta

My jaw drops. And rarely, there are wolves that don't have a mate at all. So those wolves are assigned a mate that is similar to them. The mates are chosen by elimination. Basically, you would fill out a form about yourself and, the counsel would scan and find your match. And the counsel always finds the perfect match.

I mumble before heading out the front door to go get some much-needed sandpaper. LORRAINE POV "Mates typically complement each other. The Goddess handpicks the matches this way to create balanced partnerships," I read out loud to myself. I think about Mitch's patient face and frown. He seems so happy to be mated to me, but why. He doesn't know me. Is it because he trusts that the Goddess picked the best match for him....That we should complement each other so why complain? What if when she paired us, we had different personalities. I was a handful in middle school and high school. How did she know what I will be like in ten years or even thirty? How does she know we will be able to work thro

“Tie him down and mark him until the bond kicks in.” We both burst out laughing. From behind them, Luxian and Ken stood watching like they were judging a crime scene. “You guys find everything funny,” Ken muttered. “We are the KINGS,” I declared, a little more alive now. “It’s what we do,” Damien added. “What is it with this whole ‘mate’ obsession?” Ken asked. We all turned to him like he had three heads. “Mate,” Cris explained, “is someone chosen by the goddess. Someone you’re bonded to for life.”

The challenge was simple: match 100% with someone else on the app, and the first two couples would win an all-expenses-paid trip to a luxurious island. Guests scrambled to d******d the app, their phones lighting up as they created their profiles. Laughter filled the room as people joked about how they were "so not ready for the matchmaking process," but the competitive energy was palpable. Maria watched as people furiously swiped left and right, creating profiles and hoping for a match. After a few minutes, two couples erupted in cheers, their phones showing the coveted 100% match. The speaker, with a grin, announced their victory, and the lucky couples were given their golden tickets for th

“Well that’s what I’m trying to tell you both! I do a deep dive with a lengthy questionnaire and really get to your inner workings, look into your soul, that’s how I match people. Of course I personally interview everyone too. I don’t do pictures, it’s a complete blind date, just based on your compatibility. I have been up and running two years now and I’ve already had over 250 couples match and marry! But hell, even if you don’t find your bride at least you could find ‘Miss Right For Now.’ What do you have to lose, both of you!” She stared at us both and Derek shook his head. “Yeah still gonna pass. How about some fajitas!” Haven laughed and shook her head, “oh you’ll never change will you.

He was mad by just the thought of it, so he called Felix. “Do you know about the reality match-making show organized by the South City television station?” “Why are you asking this?” James was busy like a spinning top every day, he did not have the time to catch up with some variety show. “What have you been doing? You don’t even know about the match-making show!” Zachary was swearing while he hung up the call. Felix was feeling wronged, President Quimby was typically being unreasonable, but he had no choice. Beggars could not be choosers, he had no idea what was wrong with the match-making show, it seemed like he had to watch it.

‘Oh shit only one thing could smell this good’ ‘Mate!’ my wolf yells in my head Just then I look up at the 5 guys sitting crammed in a booth. They are all muscular and the 3 sitting together looked uncomfortable. Just as I am about to ask their drink order and look around at each of them, I catch sight of the most beautiful pair of green eyes. This man is yummy, dark brown hair, clean shaven on the sides, longer and combed to the side on top and a five o’clock shadow, I just want to feel it rub between my thighs. It took me only a second to take him in and have that naughty thought. However in that second I saw his eyes go from intrigue to pure disappointment. I knew in that second he was m

She was so filled with anger and jealousy as a non-friend of her daughter's boyfriend, let alone a husband now. “What about you Mackie?” Carolina faced Macrina cheerfully in order to try and coax her into getting a fiancé soon. “Sir, Williams Chamberlin loves you and he is a knight of the church”, Cecil said, smiling. “No man is worth my love and affection, Mrs. Gracefield”, Macrina said coldly towards her mom. “What do you mean by the nonsense you just said now? Don’t you know that women age very early or what?” Cecil said in a frustrated mood. “That man is way more than your worth. He is worth more than millions of dollars and he is a renowned man in society!” Cecil praised him as if he wa

Charlotte let out another sigh. The truth was that she had only signed up because Madison had spent weeks talking about the company. Blind Match Elite wasn't some random dating app filled with fake profiles and filtered photographs. It catered specifically to professionals, and everything about the process was designed to be anonymous. No photographs. No social media accounts. No judging people based on appearances, careers, or follower counts. Just conversations. Real conversations. The concept had genuinely intrigued her. At least until she had actually been accepted. Now she felt more tempted to hide under a blanket and pretend the invitation had never arrived.