Matchmaking Books Novels & Stories

“She literally promised she could find someone for me with ‘a soul as old as yours.’ Whatever that means. But I’ve yet to see a man in her orbit who looks average. It’s suspicious.” “You need to do this,” Mara said, pointing at her as if giving a royal decree. “I need to know what shifter matchmaking includes. You need a date. I need entertainment. It’s perfect.” “Better this than my mother signing me up for a soulmate website again,” Lena muttered. Mara groaned. “Don’t remind me.” Lena’s face twisted. “My ‘perfect match’ was a man with seven kids, three ex-wives, and a part-time job cleaning bowling shoes.”

This was the heart of the Blackwood family history. We walked into a small room filled with heavy books. I walked over to a pedestal in the center and opened a thick, leather-bound volume. "What is this?" Elena asked, standing back. "These are the Mating Records," I explained. I beckoned her closer. "Our seers and elders record the threads of fate here. These names are written years, sometimes decades, before the people even meet." I pointed to a page near the back. The ink was old but clear. My heart hammered against my ribs as she leaned in to look.

Her stomach turned at the word again, pack. She slid that book away too. Her heart was beating faster now, a dull thunder behind her ribs. Another caught her eye. Slimmer, the lettering was softer, the cover worn, but still well kept, The History of the Mating Bond. Curiosity prickled. Or maybe dread.

My stomach does something stupid. "That’s funny, because I keep tabs on matchmakers who used to be FBI." His face shifts, but only slightly. Just enough for me to notice. I get up to stretch, giving myself a tour of the bookshelf. There are titles in several languages, a few first editions, a dog-eared copy of The Art of War tucked behind a book on modern negotiation theory. "Is that for work?" I tease, gesturing. "That’s for everything," he deadpans.

Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story) Book 3: Her Chosen Mate (Rebecca & Oliver’s Story) * In case of any queries regarding any story, please reach out to my inbox. Thank you again.

Then she flashed me a smile and left me alone in the study. I sat in silence for a bit, wondering if maybe it was a good choice after all. Out of curiosity, I wandered over to a book shelf and pulled a book off it. It was heavy, thick, and bound in leather. The History of the Drift Water Pack, it said. I pulled out another one. It was a pack history, too. I went to a different shelf, which contained a volume called The Rules of Royal Etiquette. The book was a beast, with over 2000 pages of small print.

She said: the reason Caden agreed to marry you has nothing to do with a board requirement or an acquisition partner who wants him settled. I said: what does it have to do with. She said: his father's estate. She opened her bag. She took out a document and slid it across the table. She said: read the clause on page four. I read page four. I read it twice. I put the document down. She said: if Caden closes the acquisition as a married man he inherits the full estate. If he closes it single he gets thirty percent. She said: the remaining seventy percent goes elsewhere.

refused to leave my hearing. **** I sat on my bed as I wondered if there was anything I needed to do to get him to be softer with me. For some reason, I needed the softer part of him. I couldn't recognize what I was being shown. I loved reading, and suddenly, I missed it, so I got up and finally left the room. I walked out of the main building in the palace and walked into another by the left side of the palace. When I got in, I saw so many shelves in what seemed like a hall with hundreds of books in them. Some of those books contained deep secrets of this pack, some fantasies, and then vital histories. I guess the last was what I wanted to look at, so I walked to the third shelf and was con

they murmured in haunting unison. Alex tightened his arm around me. "Stay close, Sophia. We don’t know what lies ahead." We reached a grand chamber, its walls adorned with exquisite carvings of battles, romance, and tragedies. In the center stood a pedestal with a book, its pages seemingly untouched by time. "The Book of Origins," Jerome whispered, awe evident in his voice. As I approached, the pages began to flutter on their own, stopping on a page with an image of two figures, eerily resembling Alex and me. Below the image was an inscription.

Most of them belonged to my mother, while others were gifts. I went in and picked one that had worn-out covers and a rigid spine. The pages were yellowish and stained by years of handling. The book talked about the mate bond. It was written by a wise wolf who lived many decades ago, and she went into detail to describe how the bond felt for both males and females. Each time I read the book, I tried to let myself be convinced that the mate bond was a special thing that designated someone special out there just for me, and that person would have all I lacked and perfect all my flaws.