Play Matchmaker Novels & Stories

The kind of man who belongs in a biker bar, not a carnival. “Are you here to play?” “I guess?” I say, looking at Axel. “Where is everyone?” “If you give me a minute, I’ll explain the rules.” “Go ahead,” Axel says, and I nod my head. “So, as I’m sure that you’ve already gathered, this game is called guess my kink. I’m the guesser. If you want to play, you stand up on the scale and I guess your kink. If I get it right, I win, if I don’t, you win. Make sense?”

“The academy expects excellence from its scholarship holders, and it is not just academically, but also socially and behaviorally as well. That includes cooperating with your designated partners.” “Cooperating?” I repeated, unsure of where she was going with this. “Yes. The mating classes are not optional. They are designed to help matched pairs build understanding, harmony, and emotional control. If your matches refuse to attend, you must find a way to convince them.” she intoned. Now why the hell was she telling me this, I was not the one missing the classes, they were the ones and if there was anyone supposed to receive these lectures from her, it was them.

She cleared her throat and focused on the card. "The first game is... Fake dating for a week. Now that's a crazy game right?" She let out a soft laugh. But I didn't know why my mouth suddenly went dry. "The new partners for this game are..." She darted her eyes around us before refocusing on the card. "Regina Eldridge and Kristen Summer..."

"When I first got your information, I was amazed too. And you're really strong. To face you in a form where you can show your full strength, I will have to pass and settle our match next time." Ravyn replied, complimenting Putter and making him proud. "Alright, let's pair up. Who knows, maybe we'll end up clashing in the next round." Putter taps the screen to request a pairing with Ravyn. [Incoming Matchmaking Request (Accept) (Decline)] "Sure." Ravyn accepted. "Thank you." With just a brief reply, Ravyn, Miho, and even Putter all picked up their Airtechs and went on guard. That's because the response was a voice that did not come from them.

demon read their name, Zoe was a girl and Leri was a boy. the girl had quite angry nature, and she look frustrated, she is here to win, and the boy got cheerful and happy nature, he want to help her in every way possible, but the girl always seems so far from his reach but he still tries to chase her. this game is a game of past trauma, each player will be connected, to a device, and as each player comes, he will be sent to his dark or beautiful memories and their partner have to wake them up, if they fail to wake them up, that player can never wake up, now questions arise how to going to wake their partner when they going to be in deep sleep and dreaming about their past.

I didn't exactly know what I was getting myself into but I need something to distract myself or I might end up doing something that will reveal our 'relationship' with the others. "What game?" he asked, his eyes boring straight to my soul. "Cham Cham Cham? The winner gets to flick the loser's forehead," I told him and he groaned. (Cham Cham Cham is a game also named as On-Two-Look in other countries. 2 players face each other, and player 1 points at player 2’s face and says “one, two, look.” And on the word “look” they point in a direction. If the other player copies the other, they lose)

Whitney’s voice rang out. She rose from her seat gracefully, her calculating smirk etched firmly on her face. “I suggest we play a little game,” she said, her voice sweet yet laced with mischief. Lucas perked up beside me, intrigued. “What kind of game?” he asked. Whitney held up a hand, signaling the attendants nearby. Within seconds, a deck of shimmering Moon Cards appeared. My stomach twisted. “Moon Cards,” she said simply, holding the deck up. “Partners draw cards in pairs, and their combined points determine the winner of each round. The losers, of course, have to submit to reasonable punishment from the winners.”

I say as I reach for the radio. I turn on the Bluetooth and then I hand my phone to my wife. She knows my password and she knows I keep a playlist of music for us specifically on my YouTube. All she needed to do was turn on the Bluetooth connection with the phone, then unlock the phone and play the music. It was calm loving music. Gentle music. Stuff that just sets the mood for intimate moments. "Thank you." She said breaking the silence. " you know I hate when you try to do that and drive at the same time."

, he asked trying to conceal the huskiness in his hoarse displeased voice. Cynthia shook her head," you're a player, you shouldn't think about those things". On hearing her words, Jeffery, again, for the first time, didn't feel the usual pride he felt when someone refered to him as a player. For Cynthia it was like since he was a player, then she could play along. He gritted his teeth, this woman had never given him face. Cynthia watched his angry face and felt satisfaction welling up, "if you're that mad I can go back". She said,

So the meeting was rescheduled the next day until I didn't feel pain in my bottom for me to be able to walk correctly. It's night, and we decided to play a game. I am sitting on my gaming chair and playing some of my favorite games Arthur bought for me. He also joined me to play this survival game called 'Valheim.' Right now, he is playing in his room while I am playing in my room, we communicate using an application called Discord — it's a free app that allows you to call, and chat if you have an internet. "Babe, I am going to farm some trees for us to build a house."