Matchmaker 2 Novels & Stories

"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."

---- 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.

"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.

She was a human, so she would do better among her own people. I reached into my drawer and brought out the letter I had tucked away in there safely. I opened it and began to read again. It said 'I know you are mated to a human girl. I also know that you hate that. Fret not, I won't tell anyone your secret. And I will also help you to break the mating bond. All you have to do is get some of her blood. Anytime you are ready, bring it to the milling area and drop it there. I will do the rest.'

But I just, wanted to see him again. It was already 2 in the afternoon because I woke up late. We had a movie marathon last night so, yeah. It somehow made us look like Dracula so I applied a tiny bit of concealer. Not my type of thing, but I thank my best friend , Eunna, for packing up make ups and secretly adding it to my luggage, messaged me that I needed to be the prettiest in town. Which I highly doubt, by the ways.

“Our ancestors preferred marking their mates during a full moon. We are stronger when the moon is full, and they seemed to believe their bond would be stronger. There used to be whole balls, around the lunar cycle, for people to meet their mates. A lot of old packhouses still have those ballrooms, but they are now used for regular pack parties.” She seemed to find this interesting because she looked up for the first time since coming to the library. “We still have parties for those who can’t find their mates, although there are some that use apps to find a match. The Moon Goddess usually helps push us in the right direction of our mate, at least, we believe. But people can get impatient. And

Unfortunately, that is NOT the question I needed answering. "I'm sorry. No. I've been Matched," I said, feeling lightheaded from the run…and probably from my Matching result as well. "It's just that, I think there's been a mistake." "Honey, the app never makes a mistake," she said firmly, emphasizing "never." Then, I showed her my Matching screen, showing the Prince's name.

As she stepped out of the library, however, something caught her attention. At the far end of the hallway, a small figure was running away as fast as her little legs could carry her. And if she wasn't mistaken, she could hear a tiny giggle echoing through the hallway. Graziel frowned. "Junie?" But the little girl had already disappeared around the corner. She never saw the wide, mischievous smile spread across Junie's face as she ran away. The little matchmaker had just completed another successful mission.

Considering Gideon's background and looks, she genuinely felt that the two of them would make a perfect match if they actually got together. Naturally, she was happy to play matchmaker. "If you like him, be with him. If you don't, just keep feigning ignorance and keep up the act. Spend enough time together, and feelings might develop. Then boom—this fake thing will turn into the real deal." "Don't both options end with us getting together?" "Exactly. I'm only pushing for this because it's Gideon. If it were anyone else, I doubt they'd have my seal of approval. I would never advise you to pick up trash."