Play Matchmaker Novels & Stories

“Ladies first.” I drew a card, steadying my breathing. The first few rounds were easy — red numbers, yellows, a skip here, a reverse there. But Lucian played like he was reading my mind. Every time I thought I had a move that might give me an advantage, he countered it with something better. His calmness unnerved me. He played a yellow reverse and said casually, “You’re tense.” I placed my card down without looking at him. “Maybe I just don’t like losing.”

》》Jason Dutton《《 I moved my rook three blocks to the right, finalising my victory. "Check mate." My opponent knocked over his king in disappointment and gave me a handshake. The disapproval was written all over his face as he got up and left but he knew there was no point in disapproving, my victory was final. There was no way he could change it. It wasn't his fault I was so good at winning. This is fun. "We have our finalists! Jason Dutton and Adrian Markham! The final shall commence straight after the 20 minute break."

"I doubt it. I can easily make you fall for me and just as easily break your heart." "Wanna bet?" Cleo asked, her eyes twinkling. "I'm listening." "Let's see... Whoever falls in love with the other before the hotel is completed has to admit it publicly on live TV and quit playing and their favorite hobby for a...year. Deal?" "Deal!... Get ready to be played Miss Reynolds." "On the contrary, you're about to be played, Mr. Simmons. Played real good." She said shaking my hand. I smiled. Let the games... BEGIN! T B C

Edward looked fondly at his boyfriend and noticed his mother was staring at him with a curious look on her face. He took action to distract her. “Can we play it again so it’s a best of three?” he asked. As he predicted, his request drew his mother’s attention to his father. Lord Grey was the one who made the game playing decisions. “We can play again, then no more Cluedo- I know what you’re like when you lose, Edward,” he said.

As he came up to us, I got a closer look at him. He had tanned skin that radiated under the sun and he moved so gracefully like royalty. His eyes were deep amber and he had a perfect body. I sighed, what was worse than having three hot men as mates? He stopped right in front of me and took my hand. I felt sparks inside of me as I made contact with him. My stomach suddenly developed butterflies as I felt a tinge of sensation as his hands held mine. "Hey baby, I am Damon, Alpha of Midnight Pack", he said while searching my face. Shit…another alpha. "Mia", I muttered. He nodded his head and looked towards my other mate, "I guess we are all sharing one mate". They laughed.

And we had one more game to prove it. Kylian stepped up again like the café was his personal stage. “Alright, for our final round—we’re bringing the drama,” he grinned. “This one’s called Blindfold Match-Up.” The crowd leaned in, instantly curious. “Here’s how it works,” Kylian continued, pacing with way too much energy. “Guys will be blindfolded. The girls will be lined up. No talking, no hints, no movement. You stand where we place you, and that’s it. Each guy’s got sixty seconds to find his girl or partner——for those doing this with a friend——If you’re confident you’ve got the right one, go ahead and kiss her."

"Hey, that's not a gift!" "John!" I blinked, not exactly expecting to hear that. "It says...we can choose other partners?" He nodded, handing me the paper. His gaze unreadable but stern as he turned to John's direction. Everyone moved from their spot, scattering now. But I focused on the paper. “ADVANTAGE: PICK A NEW GAME PARTNER IF YOU WANT." If I want. If we want. "It's an advantage card," John came, staring at us both. "You get to choose new partners who can help you in the next games, anyone here will love that card."

“This online friend you keep mentioning… sounds like he really sees the real you. I wish real life felt that easy.” I froze, heart racing. “How do you know about my chats?” He smiled faintly, eyes lingering on my mouth. “Lucky guess. Get some rest. Tomorrow we start this thing for real.” My phone buzzed with one last message. MidnightMVP: Whatever hits tomorrow, I’ve got you. But tell me… what if this fake dating with the captain turns into something that feels way too real and you can’t walk away? What if it does?

She looked just like the little girl I remembered like this. “I’ll kick your ass at Pack Fighter!” She yelled as she ran toward the machine. It was a game where you could pick your monster. Both players would be transported into an olden day town or street and you had to push the stick around to move and press one button to punch and the other to block. If you were experienced, you could do a few combos to do a special move. You had to K.O. the other person to win. “We’ll see about that. I know you can’t tell from my youthful beauty, but I grew up playing these games,” I said as I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

he called him. He avoided the girl's staring by making a noise and calling him. He brushed his hair as his hobby. "I'm sorry, where was I?" he smiled awkwardly. "Oh, yes, I remember. I'm explaining the game." "One person is secretly assigned the killer role for each round of play, perhaps by giving each player a playing card that indicates if they are the murderer. The murderer murders other players by winking at them, just like in the prior iterations. If a player is winked at, they have to count aloud to five, act as though they just passed out, and then either leave the playing area or lie on the ground where they died."