Matchmaker 2 Novels & Stories

"Why not? It could be fun," said Cameron. They agreed to try the first app they had this issue with, Perfect Match. Cameron deleted his profile, but Krista still had hers going. Cameron quickly downloaded the app and did everything he had done the first time to get his profile going. By now, he had done these enough times so far that he was able to sign up for the apps pretty fast. Once he submitted his profile, they both got notifications that they were both a match, this time at 98%. They both had a good laugh about how their match rating has only increased since the last time they used the app.

Operation Matchmaker was in full effect. Penn and I didn’t tell anyone about our plan, because frankly we didn’t think they could handle such a plan. We were going to get Prince Mako and Princess Ria alone and talk the other up. Their egos were so damn big, we knew for sure that would work with them. Who doesn't like to hear how attractive and smart they are? Mention how attractive they are and maybe sprinkle in a lie or two about how the other mentioned something nice about them. Manipulation and lying were not good, but if it meant we would get to continue our journey, I would say we shouldn’t rule it out.

Mikee said dramatically, “tonight is your last night as a virgin. I hope you enjoy it and don’t regret anything tomorrow. In the name of Mikee, I bless you. Love you! See you tomorrow!” She kissed my cheek and walked away, swaying drunkenly. I watched her disappear down the hallway before letting out a deep breath. Then I knocked on the door of VIP Room 92. After a few knocks, the door finally opened. “What do you want, Miss?” the man asked with a frown. He was even more handsome up close. My eyes drifted to his lips—they were red and tempting. “Make me pregnant,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t even know him.

My Mate **

"I know that already." "So let's get this match making done." There's a shuffling on the other end of the line as if she's moving. "Do you want a nice cook, someone who compliment you daily, a good artist." There's pause after eacg listing as if she's writing it down. "I have a network of nice guys I could match make you with." "Just hook me up, don't match make." I beg with a low laugh. "And how many times have I told you Rose, I don't want the nice guy."

The banishment of the storyteller from the gates barely marked the end of one problem before another arrived on their doorstep. Matchmakers began appearing in turn, each eager to arrange a marriage for Rosalind. The prospects they presented were enough to make Rosalind's parents' blood boil. These were men so far beneath their daughter's station that even a passing glance in their direction would be enough to provoke a disgusted sneer.

---- Saxe Hendrix Mondragon Four unsuccessful engagements led to one solution: finding the ideal matchmaker for a successful marriage. That's my mother's suggestion. I had enough of my mother's annoying wishes. I have no plans to settle down, nor am I ready for love. All I need is an alibi to make them believe I have found the perfect wife. But before I could make my move, my mother had already hired a matchmaker—a matchmaker who was the opposite of what I expected. The moment I laid my eyes on Louise, who happened to be the matchmaker, I found it hard to believe that a beauty like a goddess works in this type of business.

" My voice stutters as I pose the inquiry, and I can feel my cheeks flush as I observe Grace's amused reply. "That is something you should discuss with your match." If you and your partner both agree that you are happy with your match, you will begin the bargaining phase. This is where we figure out what you are and aren't willing to do, what nights you're open for dates, what rules your match may have for you, and so on. This is also when we talk about how much money you'll get from your match." She provides a lot of information in a single sentence, but one of the bullet points stands out to me.

"I have an idea." "Oh, please do tell," I muttered sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Wes ignored my sarcasm. "You can play cupid." My eyebrows furrowed together. "What?" "You can be my match-maker. Find me the perfect girl and maybe I will settle down since you make it seem like so much fun." I scoffed, "What makes you think I could find the perfect girl for you?" Wes shrugged nonchalantly, his lips tugging up into a smirk. "Look at those gorgeous doe-eyes of yours. With those eyes and that quick mind of yours, I'm sure you'd spot out all the fake bitches who I shouldn't waste my time with."

Adom smiled at him. ~o~ “Oh, and to clearly answer your previous question love, this is an mating ring. If you want it to be.” “Well…” Ash pretended to think. “We do have a child together. I’ll do it for their sake.” “You little…” Ash said pouncing at him and tickling him. Adom tickled back and soon they were a mess of tangled limbs, their ribs hurting from laughing so hard as tears of laughter were streaming from their eyes. Having agreed on a truce they tried to catch their breath still wrapped up around each other, Adom head resting on Ash’ chest, their hands bearing the rings, intertwined.