Match Making Novels & Stories

“Well, shall we take a look? I’ve only got two nights here to get my leg over, so we might as well get going.” She laughs. “Yeah, come on, then. Now, remember, swipe left for no. Right for yes.” “How many times can I do that?” “I think it’s unlimited. When you’ve both swiped right on each other, you’ll get a match. Then you’ll be able to chat, if you want.” My stomach flutters with butterflies. “How long do you think it’ll be before I get a match? Maybe I should have done this at home before I came here.” I felt too guilty asking June to look after Mum for more than two nights as her free time is so limited.

"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!"

Trying to catch the other's palm as the women skipped down the line and the men weaved. Everyone immediately cottoned on and two huge rows suddenly formed due to the huge amount of singletons. “If you are fortunate enough to make a match tonight and find your mate, please let us know so we can bless your union with a reward for starting your new life!” I cried out, before raising my hand for the band to start. “Oh and if you meet your match try to step out of the line before the next person comes!” Cherish shouted to a loud chorus of laughs as the musicians finally began.

Exhaling heavily, I picked up my clothes from the floor and donned them, before heading downstairs, my mind playing the cruel song of self blame, as I thought about Willow. The fact that she’d chosen to play the matchmaker after discovering my poorly concealed feelings for Caruso, made my stomach twist into a forlorn bunch. Especially because I still didn’t know what to do about it. “You are up, bambi,” His voice wafted into my ears from beside me. With my heart slamming against my ribs, I steered my gaze in his direction. Caruso was standing by the dining nook, an area of his penthouse, his hands pocketed.

She inquired, she sounded like my mother. Geez. ~＞"My very own private reasons!" I responded abit rude. ~＞"Oh really? Just so you know and you can check if you want to. I'm in charge of FAP&GMgroup. That's simply because; I'm a matchmaker, I can help you find Mr Right wherever he is, Like I've just said ... Nineteen years in marriage, I know much more about Love than G****e or Wikipedia. Also, I can bring back together two separated lovers.

The festival is over 160 years old and couldn’t be more different from online dating services. There’s music and dancing in every bar from 11 AM to the wee hours of the night and those looking for love can meet Ireland’s only traditional matchmaker Willie Daly in his ‘office in the Matchmaker Bar. Legend has it that if you touch his ‘lucky book’ with both hands, you’ll be married in six months! So what are you waiting for? Join 60,000 people from all over the world, for a festival of music, fun, and love! <>

With my luck, Candido will marry Sibyl and not meet his mate until I am long dead. “How would someone even verify that? Legally?” I asked. “Is this some special branch of law?” He laughed, “Yes. It is. I would be happy to provide you with books on the subject, but in short, mates have matching marks. They’re called moon marks. They match, but they only show after a couple has met.”

“They killed someone in the chamber.” “No, that's not true.” “I heard the Elder tore someone apart down there.” They continue yapping. “ It's no longer a scent test. It's a mate confirmation.” Mate. The word lodges in the throat like a sharp blade pierced sideways. Some people are shaking and clutching their phone tightly, her knuckles white. “ They're matching similar scent matches. If you spark with someone else, you're paired. What if Max isn't mine? And I'm paired up with someone else, I can't love someone else.”

“I knew you would cooperate.” “You are having fun with this, aren’t you?” She said. “Matchmaking is fun, Blair. Watching the people you introduced fall in love is pure bliss,” I said dreamily. “Oh, I can’t wait to see who Cristo picks.” “You made your point,” she seethed. “Now leave.” “I’m leaving,” I stood up. “And Blair? I shouldn’t be telling you this but Suzan Abrams is one of the matches we are considering. I thought you might want to know who you are up against.”

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.