Matchmaking Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

Exhaling heavily, I picked up my clothes from the floor and donned them, before heading downstairs, my mind playing the cruel song of self blame, as I thought about Willow. The fact that she’d chosen to play the matchmaker after discovering my poorly concealed feelings for Caruso, made my stomach twist into a forlorn bunch. Especially because I still didn’t know what to do about it. “You are up, bambi,” His voice wafted into my ears from beside me. With my heart slamming against my ribs, I steered my gaze in his direction. Caruso was standing by the dining nook, an area of his penthouse, his hands pocketed.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

“No, that's not what I mean. The mating bond physically doesn't allow you to take another if your fated mate is alive. Your wolf won't accept them and a male as strong as Keith would never be able to do it. Not without intervention of some sort.” “You think magic was involved?” I can't hide the shock in my voice. “I wouldn't rule it out,” Emma says looking around. “Enough of that talk for now. We could be overheard. For now, I have this for you.” She dug into the satchel at her hip and pulled out three leather bound books. “These are all the books I found on waking memory, I have two more coming here from a friend. I want you to start reading them. It's time you learned all you can do.”

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?”

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his expression suddenly changed and Jeremiah could feel a bloodlust aura coming from the knight. ‘He somehow became quite intimidating…’ “N-no, I just want to break our bond…” Jeremiah stuttered. “I don't understand your mate.” The knight spoke, “you’re very kind and pretty, any men or women would be so lucky to have you as a mate…” Jeremiah flattered; he never received any compliments from anyone, except Selena. “Well, I--,” The knight continued to speak, “I don't know about the woman that you’re looking for, but I know someone expert in matchmaking.” The knight explained, “her name is Matilda Hewelin, she’s a noblewoman who held matchmaking party every month.”

“A girl your age should be reading résumés. Of eligible bachelors.” Jaiyana rolled her eyes, lifting her book just enough to show the cover: The Cities of the Indus Valley. “Nani, you can’t be serious. I’m not marrying a man because of his résumé.” Padma tilted her head, the silver bangles at her wrist catching the light as she adjusted the edge of her sari. A knowing smile tugged at her lips. “Child, love matches are like fireworks. They are bright, loud, and over far too quickly. Security — now that burns like an oil lamp. Steady. Dependable. Generational.”

Fair enough. “Right,” I drawled, my gaze flicking to the stack of books she’d been so quick to hide. On a spine, barely visible, was the label... Blood Cursed. Interesting, but not what I chose to focus on. But then… Mating. “Mate attraction, is it?" I purred, nodding towards another book she'd attempted to conceal. "Found your fated one already, or just hoping to ensnare some poor, unsuspecting male?"

What other response could she give to a face like that? “Here’s the world book! Let me know if you need anything else!” A thick book appeared in front of them. The cream hardcover shone like the surface of a pearl. The letters and edges appeared as though they were lined with gold foil. It was the most exquisite book she had ever laid eyes on, much less touch. What story could it possibly contain? 'My True Soulmate.’

“In fact, I was the one who set him up in the first place!” “With who?” she squeaked, but I shook my head. Aubrey was desperate, and I needed to make sure there was enough distance between her and her prey. Again! Matchmaking wasn’t exactly being cupid, but I did ensure that my services gave someone value for their money. That meant keeping the couples I paired together for as long as possible. Aubrey Holland’s helpless romanticism wasn’t a secret in the industry. I wondered how many matchmakers she’d gone through before coming to me as a last resort. This was the sixth guy Aubrey had asked me to check out for her this year alone, and that wasn’t a good look for me. But while being engaged?