Matchmaker 2 Novels & Stories

“But I will. As your matchmaker, I suggest that you don’t speak to him until he does. We don’t want him to think this is one of your schemes, do we?” Blair glared at me. “There are some ground rules,” I said. “First, I’m the matchmaker so you do everything I tell you. Not the other way round. Second, you don’t get to decide who Cristo ends up with so I suggest you find other hobbies that don’t involve screwing up the process. The future of my business is on the line.” “Whatever,” she said wearily. “Thank you.” I smiled. “I knew you would cooperate.”

Damn him! He grabbed both my arms, causing me to pause in my attempt to hit his sturdy shoulders. There was a smile playing on his lips. "Isabella, perhaps you're not fully informed about this matchmaking?" his smile remained. "What about it? Is there something surprising?" I asked, puzzled. He let go of me and gently wiped my tears away with his thumb. I lowered my gaze to his infuriatingly tender lips. "Matchmaking isn't just about providing luxurious things to other people; it also serves as the first step toward a serious relationship." He tucked my hair behind my ears and looked at my face intently, as if he were memorizing my features. His gaze lowered my lips.

I asked. he glared at me. " Just curious, hubby. " I continued " if most of them asked for one night stand then I can auction for that too. I will become rich. " " What an intelligent am I? right hubby? " " Risa, are you trying to matchmake for your husband ? " he asked coldly. " How can I match make for my own hubby. it's wrong " I winked at him. A smile appeared on his cold face after hearing my words.

Bruce says. Jess squeezes my hand, then lets go and steps forward. I’ve seen this play out so many times, but it’s different this time. It’s my best friend. Bruce takes her hand in his. “Jessica, our pack honors your kind heart and gentle nature,” he says. “Your mate will be the man whose kindness is equal to your own—Harley, son of Peter.” A smile breaks across Jess’s face as Harley steps forward to meet her. I’m happy too. Harley is a great match for my tender-hearted friend. He’s a total sweetheart. But he isn’t someone I would have wanted for myself.

She used the new dating app called MatchM3uP, and it took her a whole month to finally be matched with someone. The app is like the old blind date but digital. The users are anonymous, and the names and the avatars are AI-generated based on the information they provide upon signing up. The user also can not send any personal information via built-in chat, such as photos, phone numbers, and email addresses, as the system will automatically delete it. There’s also no video call option. Once both parties agree to meet, the App will set the location of the place. The meeting place is usually owned by the App programmer; it’s basically a money-making app for the owner.

Now she saw clearly how small this man was and knew clearly how worthless it would be to waste even one more second of her time with him. She didn’t even want to find out why Cory decided to make a move to Princess Phoenix at such an inappropriate time. She had got enough of his ridiculous delusion. “Show me,” she leaned forward a little bit and said to her ex-boyfriend with a seductive smile around the corners of her lips, deciding to end this boring farce as quickly as possible, “Show me I am your true mate and we will see what we can do with your dragon bride.”

Was it real or something that fate had arranged to get me out of my present misery? Miranda looked thoughtful, "I'm not familiar with the meeting thing. But since mating is the coming together of soulmates. Then one of them was meant to be and the other was false. Or in your case, compensation for the first failed one" she explained. "A compensation?" I asked curiously and she gave a nod, "No one is perfect and sometimes mistakes happen during the soul mate pairing phase, however not everyone is as lucky as you to get compensation for the wrong pairing. Cherish it"

"Well, my dear Aurora, our mission is to play matchmaker." Aurora's eyes widened in surprise, and she let out an excited squeal. "Oh my god! Matchmaker? That sounds amazing! Tell me all about it!" I couldn't help but share in Aurora's contagious excitement. We exchanged high fives and raised our hands in a toast to our newfound role as matchmakers. "So, who would we be matchmaking?" Aurora asked. "Savio and Elaine," I answered, smiling at the thought of it. "Eliane - your friend, the one I saw with you on the field the other day?"

That was thanks to Cassey’s unbeatable interest about stage plays. “Well, I guess that’s it. You may take these roses now, and go away since you are already in love with another.” Cai’s body stiffened when he heard the signor’s comment. “We are---!” “Signor, do you mean you are letting us go now that you found out that we were in love with one another?” Cai’s words were cut once again. “Yes, since I am a matchmaker, not a wedding facilitator.” ‘He calls it wedding facilitator, he is definitely not one.’

he jokes, “Or maybe you need glasses.” “Oh no my love, my vision is perfect,” I tell him, leaning in for a kiss, “And so are you.” “You are forgetting my love,” he whispers to me, “That they have the perfect mother as well.” “Oh really? The perfect mother? Do I know her,” I joke, “Seems like we must have met at some point.” “You will be, my love,” he tells me, “I know it. Just as you are my perfect soul mate.” “And you mine,” I tell him, “Always.”