Matchmaker Totally Spies Novels & Stories

I know that my mate can take care of himself, but Stan has told me some stories about the people he meets during his research, and not all of them are upstanding citizens. “We found out something strange,” my mate replies, his brow furrowed, “Whoever ordered those wolf’s tears is female, and is definitely using a glamor spell to alter her appearance. Also, there is no tape. Whoever it is was able to use a spell to make the security footage go dark.” “That doesn’t sound good,” I tell him, concerned, “Do you have anything else to go on?” Before he can respond my phone rings. It’s Dan, and he sounds frantic.

Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency. “Approximately, two weeks or 17 days, not more,” Aryan said as he looked at the broken shades of glass. “Traces of any weapon?” She asked recording all the information. “Looks like a gun is missing but I can’t figure out what they have been stabbed with, brutal murder I must say,” Aryan commented as Sid looked around. With his lances. True that there were not many fingers and the ones he found belong to the dead ones. “Sid, examine this one,” Aryan said pointing at the glass that had some blood on it and a very faint fingerprint.

“If they wanted to I doubt your pretty ass would be here” “Geez, thanks Ivy, that was really encouraging,” I said with sarcasm laced in my tone. “But there is one rule they can't change,” Ivy said. “And that is…..” “The matchmaking system. It has been here for years, and I think you being matched to them is actually a blessing in disguise” “Is that what they call ‘death sentence’ now?” I asked and Ivy laughed. “You are basically matched with two of the most powerful alphas, and doing anything to harm you is going against the matchmaking system, so they have no other option than to accept it, which means you are safe” Ivy explained more.

How I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop because that’s what life has taught me shoes do. Jamie hums in agreement. "The man did fly you to London. That’s either extremely romantic or the opening act of a spy thriller." "Don’t even joke." "Would I lie to you?" he asks, licking batter off the whisk. "Also, this is delicious." I shift on the stool and sigh. "And then there’s Marcus." Jamie sobers instantly. "Ah. Broody Matchmaker Ken." "We keep running into each other like it’s fate, or some terrible network TV show, and every time I think we’re about to connect, he backs off. Hard."