Matchmaker 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“No, not breeding. Who gives a shit about breeding? And I won’t be pushed into anything.” He stood and glanced out the window at the women going into the front of the building with what appeared to be pies, cookies, and cakes in their grasp. His mother had done well. Telling them his preferences ensured they offered up something he liked. But two could play that game. “Where’s the card?” Spike frowned. He glanced around the office. “What card?” “The one you mentioned is about a matchmaker, Gerri or something.” “Ah, yes. Gerri Wilder.” Spike nodded and shoved his hand into his pocket. “She matched my cousins. Their mother, much like yours, tried to interfere, but Gerri gave them the perfect m

“Oh, umm okay. Why is he so concerned by that? I mean I know why I am. But still” “As I am sure you know, match makers are sort after. Because they show you the person who will help you achieve success. By showing you the person who can help you achieve your desires. That’s all they are. Someone who can help you achieve your goals. However, some people have a true match. Which is like a real-life soul mate. It’s very rare. You are Justen’s true match. That’s why his so hung up on protecting you, it’s frankly a real pain in my ass. But I have no control over it. So, I have to work with it the best I can.” “That is really reassuring, that there is someone looking out for me”

Gwen asked, "But an outstanding man like you doesn't need to go on blind dates, do you?" Adrian said in return, "Matchmaking has nothing to do with how excellent you are. It just allows people to find the person who best suits them in the shortest possible time." Gwen disagreed. "That's not necessarily true. Some matchmakers just want to make a quick buck. They would pair anyone as long as they're living human beings." Adrian smiled. "I've never encountered that before." He turned his head and asked Caroline, "Have you encountered a situation like this, Carrie?"

The moment she returned, she heard Mona was working at Frank’s hospital and rushed over. “Mona, I’ve got a lot of free time coming up. Can you set me up with Frank?” Jamie clutched Mona’s hand and put on her best pleading look. “You promised you’d help me get closer to him. Once we’re dating, I’ll make sure to give you a big thank-you gift for playing matchmaker!” “I don’t want a thank-you gift.” Mona laughed. “But honestly, I’d be happy to see you and Frank together.” She really did think they made a good match — good-looking, well-matched families, everything aligned.

•Dominic• "Where has that bastard Martel been hiding this precious gem for so long?" Teodoro ranted, washing down his fifth glass of vintage in one go. With a deep controlled sigh, I slowly clenched my fist tightly, following his preying eyes. Of course, he was looking at her as she wandered around the paid actors and actresses disguised as guests, worry lacing her face. I didn't want to imagine the horrendous things he'd already done with her in his deluded mind.

He for once didn't take any advantage of me. I didn't realised that i was thinking about Raghav ji standing in the living room infront of my parents. My thinking session got broke when i heard my father saying ''Call our priest immediately and asked him to give a date of next month. We need to marry her off before the Malhotra's start finding faults in her. We don't know when they'll change their decision.'' ''You are right. I'll call our priest right away.'' My mother replied and called our priest.

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

she mumbled before someone was kissing her neck from the back, holding her in place. "Who thought you are not a good matchmaker, my love?" her husband whispered huskily as Arabella turned, showing the missive that she just read. Aiden read it and arched his eyebrow at her, wanting some explanation. "Oh, please. You think that I am not fit to be a matchmaker," Arabella said as she rolled her eyes, but her lips plastered a smile. "But then again, my gut is always right and that means, you don't have to say anything about it, my love. Just watch and enjoy the show," Arabella said before she was smiling, pointing out to Aiden what was her best friend telling about the newlyweds that she just pai

Face impassive, I replied, "Go ahead. After all, someone spent considerable effort making it." I had barely finished speaking when Melissa Barker's eyes reddened. "Marissa, I truly didn't mean for this to happen! I worked overtime till 11 last night to place an order for this banner, so I must have accidentally sent them the wrong thing since it was so late. I'm genuinely sorry!" Before I could say anything, my boyfriend, Liam Yarrow, was already frowning. "Marissa, it's just a name. There's no need to make things difficult for Mel. Just pretend that it's your name on there and stop kicking up a fuss."