Matchmaker 2 Novels & Stories

she finished in one breath, and I chuckled. “Lara, you know as well as anyone that even though I recommend matches, it is still up to our clients whether or not they establish a connection,” I replied, and she shrugged, scrolling through her iPad silently. “Well, we should at least give it a try, yes?” she persuaded. “Of course. I’m not called the matchmaker for nothing,” I smirked, and she giggled, shaking her head at my antics.

Marigold, her personal maid, brought over a small gold bowl and carefully drew a single drop of blood. "I swear, I hope this one really is my ninth daughter, so I never have to prick myself again." "Heaven willing, Momma, this will be your ninth daughter for real." Everyone at Griffith Manor already knew there were supposed to be nine daughters coming home. With me, that made ten—my mother liked to say I completed the set, her perfect ten. When the first "real heiress" came home, her blood matched both parents', and the three of them had wept in each other's arms with joy.

I wanted to keep the secret of the mate bond a little longer, so it wouldn’t be tainted by others' thoughts and feelings, so I provided a half-truth instead. “I don’t know if you know this but my dad lost his fucking mind and decided to hold a game which he calls ‘The Mating Game’ where Miles and Orion have been competing for my hand in marriage. They had to come back for this meeting with you so they brought me along to meet the pack since I’m going to be a wife to one of them.” “More like both,” Lex purred with a sultry snicker. “Don’t get me started with you. We will discuss what just happened later,” I shot back my reprimand.

Breeding. The little red warning popped up: EXTREME MATCH ONLY. He clicked confirm before he could chicken out. Username: prettyboy21. Profile pic: an over the top, seductive picture of his mouth, glossy and bitten red. Then the matching began, after a few seconds the result came. He matched with only one person. Username: Obsidian. No photo, age or bio. A shiver ran down his spine. Was he really about to match a stranger who could be a serial killer or worse, someone that knows him. Lennon didn't know which scenario was worse.

Jenny stated. I let them both go and watched them disappear around a corner. I smiled as I returned Travis's gaze. "What?" Travis inquired. "I am the century's Matchmaker." Giggling, I said. "I'm not sure what you're on about, shortness." He said while turning away from me. "You're hilarious. You got Charis' phone number and couldn't stop staring at her the entire time." I responded. "OK, she's really pretty, and I'd like to take her out on a date." He stated.

she says and I nod in approval. "Okay, let's get some drinks," she takes my arm and walks me to the counter. "Hey peaches," the bartender lights up immediately he sees her. "Hello love of my life," she replies, before leaning at the counter and giving him a kiss. "The usual?" he asks, after they pull away. " Yeah, but my girl here is a whiskey girl," she says. He looks at me like it is the first time he has noticed me. "Hey, I am Malakai," he says with the most beautiful smile. I can't help but smile back. "I am Vienna," I say. "Oh, you're Vienna. It is nice to finally meet you," he says, walking away to get our drinks.

Larissa asked, knowing she didn’t want to be an unwilling victim in some bad matching matchmaking scheme. “I have no idea what you are speaking of.” The older woman said as she almost looked offended for a moment and then smiled again. “Whatever happens will happen. You know I do not push too much for anything to happen.” “Sure,” Larissa said as she looked at the older woman and knew there was something else going on here, but she didn’t want to know. Judy was a helpless romantic. It was well known that she liked to play matchmaker for the people that she liked and thought they should be together. Larissa had somehow escaped that fate so far. She was very aware of that as she looked at the o

"Thank you, but I need more time to swallow down this pill. Hayden is a vampire, and our parents are friends. I was named after Hayden's second dad, which is a bit screwed up." I laugh. "That is a bit fucked up in case the two of you decide to give true love a chance." "True love, huh?" "Yes," I tell him, entirely severely. "The mate-bond is sacred, Blake. You can't fight it without tearing yourself apart." Blake sighs. "If we make it through this war alive, then I will tell Hayden that I'm open to giving us a chance," a blush covers Blake's face. It's weird seeing the tall, muscle guy shy. It's oddly sweet, though. "But please don't tell him we had this conversation."

"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!"

Dexter volunteered to go with him and when they were finally out, Ma and Nadine turned to persuade me. “Don’t be so hard to get, Clarita,” Ma enthused. “It’s one heck of a luck for a rich to fall for someone below their status.” I was right about their motive. A matchmaking for the benefit of the least. Sena Mangampo Copyright Property Votes, Reviews and Comments are warmly accepted and welcome. Thank you so much!