Play Matchmaker Novels & Stories

He could not permit his premier brother to be severed from his life path. He compressed his vehicle into a narrow gap remaining between two massive pickup trucks, powering down the ignition system. High-volume music filtered through the structural walls into the exterior street grid as he navigated his frame toward the interior entrance. The facility was entirely packed with bodies, distinct physical forms swaying in close proximity across the center dance floor, and his optical sensors immediately searched the dense crowd to isolate his best friend. He cut a path around the perimeter of the dancing wolves but was rapidly intercepted by several female pack members seeking to engage with the

I told Aria. “You can go home but first you have to select a Prince and kiss him!” Aria told me. My eyes widened as I stared at her. I turned to look at Damien for help but he wasn’t looking at me. “Aria!” Damien warned his sister. “What? The prince always kisses the princess!” Aria shrugged. “Aria, I am not a real princess. And neither are these two real princes.” I told her. “But you are a princess in our game!” Aria said.

"We get twenty bucks in tokens each. Whatever we don't use, we save for next time." "Bold of you to assume there'll be a next time." "There's always a next time at Pixel Palace. It's like a law of physics. Even if it takes a little long." He fed a twenty into the machine and tokens started clattering into the metal tray. He counted out twenty for himself and handed me the rest. "Rule number two: we each pick three games for the other person to play. They have to at least attempt it, even if they suck." "And rule number three?"

“However, Mason I am sure you have your own fated who is much more worthy than me.” Mason nods his head and looks at me smugly and begins pulling on Ireland’s hand “come my Luna let’s go play with the other pups.” Eliza and Ireland giggle and she heads back to the game of hide and seek. I feel a little tug on the bottom of my shirt and meet the blue eyes of the little girl twin. “Young Alpha Oliver will you come play with us?” I look at her shaking my head no. “Now Aria, you know that Oliver has probably more important things to attend then playing pup games as he will be Alpha.”

So possessive! To Zaybabe: Morning bitch. Ryle and I are meeting up to talk later. Why did you change your contact name on my phone? From Zaybabe: Why are you calling me babe? Okay, if that's your decision. I'll always be here for you. I love you so much. Promise me you'll only be with me? To Zaybabe: I promise. ~Ylluscion

Rhian knows how to play piano and she's still learning how to play the violin. Reed had a potential for soccer. He loves soccer to be exact. He told me that he wants to be a soccer player someday while Rhian wants to be a professional ballerina. Reed is okay with simple clothes but Rhian, she's my little fashionista. She was pampered with some designer clothes from Valerie.

It was those kinds of polite laughs that could only be replicated if you went to Jon Hopkins University's Faculty Of Laughter, Department Of Polite Laughs for the wealthy. If there was a course like that. The musicians stopped playing their songs and the waiter stepped forward and gave Zara the gift pack. One of the waiters at the back was a woman dressed in a suit. She walked up to Zara and handed her a card. She turned back immediately and left with the musicians. The Matron served their food and went to stand at a corner while a steward walked in and poured while in a steward-like way. The applause and whistling were dying down and the lights flickering from below were now less frequent a

Let the game begin. --