Matchmaker Totally Spies Novels & Stories

He didn’t quite know where his strength had gone, he never felt this drained no matter how exhausting his matches were. He made himself a cup of tea with automatic motions and felt the eyes of everyone in the room. He took a sip and felt much better immediately. His mind had come out of its panicked state. “Is there any chance that the selection made by the government system could be redacted and a selection made again?” he enquired. “I think everyone was expecting Prince Sebastian’s marriage partner to be female.” Camilla’s jaw was tight when she replied.

Femi cannot think that I like his girl, the tense relationship we already had between our parents is putting so much on our family that we cannot afford to be quarreling too. “Wacko?” I tilted my head at my best friend who rolled her eyes at me. “Of everything I said, trust your brain to pick that one out.” “So that’s the reason why you are trying you hand at matchmaking?” I asked as Tomi shrugged. “It seems to be enough reason for me.” Tomi said as I sighed. “You suck at it.” I tell her as she throws her chips at me. “Food fight?” I asked her. “NO, you child.” She admonished with a giggle. “Since I suck at it, why don’t you give it a try?”

So I take a step back and try to change the subject. “Anyway, this matchmaking thing is kind of weird, isn’t it?” I say with a laugh. “I mean, who knows what kind of person they will match me with? Some kind of stalker or psychopath, probably.” Jace nods in agreement and follows me as I enter the room where the matchmaker lady is waiting for me. She looks up from her table with a smile.

Especially when they seemed dead set on doing the opposite. "Welcome, Orion and Miles Kessler, to the first game of The Mating Games," my father's bellow brought the cacophony of whispers to pin-drop silence. He commanded attention and weaved it so not a soul would have a wandering thought, "My Kara over here," tucking me under his arm with an appreciative glance, my father trailed on, "is an expert tracker. She and her wolf have honed the skill. I'm not sure there's any as skilled as her in our pack or even beyond that. However, when mated, it is important to find your mate as quickly as possible when there's danger lurking. Being able to track your mate's scent is something any mate should

The omega fiddled with her fingers nervously. "Go ahead, I don't mind," The doctor said chuckling at the girl's nervousness. "Umm....d-did you find your m-mate?" Amelia smiled at the question, " Yes, I did. He's one of the Pack warriors," Her eyes lit up as she talked about her mate. "H-How was it when you found out you two were mates?" She asked the doctor, curiously.

He noticed it and said, “Do you know that Lykaes have mates?” She exhaled heavily. “I know,” she was feeling crazy under his intense stare. The man was so sexy and he made her feel special. “I think you are my mate,” he breathed out and prowled towards her. “What?” Alyssa was stunned as hell. She stared at him with bewilderment. She became speechless. “Are you saying this to have me?” she blurted.

’ “Thanks, Flynn. “Mike said, “You’re the best partner I've had. It’s good to know I can trust you. “ “Uh… thanks, Mike. Same goes for you. The MI6 are very happy to have you from the CIA work with us on this. “ “Yeah. Bye, Flynn. “ “See you. “ Mike hung up and headed to the door. *** “Damn it. “ Flynn hung up and cursed louder. The whole mate thing had been a wild guess, but judging by Mike’s reaction, maybe there was something there. He’d learned one thing from the little experience he had with wolves- throw the words ``mate” and “whoever’s name” and watch them going crazy over bullshit. Was it possible that Flynn had guessed correctly… “What if Killian’s actually Mike’s mate. “ Flynn s

"You have a thing for that cocky jerk, do you?" That prompted Melissa to let out a guffaw. "No way! He is horrible." "One of these days the council is going to pair us up with one of the beta lads! What if one of us ends up mate with Roger?" She had a terrified expression. "I cringe at the thought of being arranged to mate with that bossy oaf!" her eyes suddenly popped open wide. She seized Rosalie by the arms and yelled, "Oh my God!" after which she asked, "but I do wonder."

His unwavering gaze sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. "And of course," I continued, my voice dipping lower, more intimate, "this is only the third time we have arranged the Obsidian Suite." The mention of it sent a ripple of excitement through the room. The nervous woman at the front straightened, her eyes widening with interest. "The Obsidian Suite offers something... different." I traced my finger along the edge of the podium. "Book it, and our proprietary algorithm will match you with your perfect partner from within our network. You'll have no idea who they are until you meet them in the suite itself. The environment adapts to your combined preferences, creating something entirely

They're already paired off, and I'm left alone. Suddenly a hush falls, when the host takes the stage, his voice echoing through the hall. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the second round of our matchmaking session. And I assure you, this is the interesting part." He grins. "Please take a look at the digital bracelets on your wrists. You're to find the exact person who wears the exact same bracelet. Once found, please note that he or she is your date for tonight. Good luck!" I stare down at my bracelet, my heart racing in my chest. The room erupts in chatter, everyone searching for their match.