Sarah Chapman Match Factory Novels & Stories

She tried to call her relatives ,but failed because ten lakh is huge amount and nobody is rich to organise that much money in short time . She is praying for her mother when she hear foot steps and look at the person ,he is Arham Khan .He is standing here with full attitude with smirk on his face.He smile evily and said :" Hi ,Sarah .You are looking so sad ,what happened .O you want money .Do not worry ,you know I am rich man and ten lakh is nothing in front of me .I can give you ten lakh easily but I have two conditions ". Sarah look at him ,she do not have any option so ,she agreed with him and said :" please save my ammi .I will do anything you want " .

Sarah wanted to call her fat; if she was still like the old Mirabel, she would hate to be pointed out as fat. “I am actually late for work. Can we meet some time?” Mirabel stretched out her business card and waited a moment for Sarah to bring hers out as well. Sarah heard a notification from her phone. She checked it and smiled. “Sorry, I forgot my business card at home, but I work at Tinder’s Corp. as a chief designer. I will be sure to give you my card when we meet again.” She collected the card and left Mirabel shocked. Sarah had landed a job at Tinder’s Corp, and it felt like a victory over Mirabel, who worked in real estate. However, Sarah worked full-time for Tinder’s Corp.

he muttered. After going through the pictures, he prepared himself to read the text message. "Few personal life information about Miral Chandravanshi- Not a virgin. Currently having a friends-with-benefits relationship with Raghuveer Chandravanshi's PA and her best friend Naveen Dated two guys in the past but it ended miserably. Drinks a lot. She needs a pint of beer to think clearly. Hangs out with guys rather than being with girls"

Vincent says, cupping my pouted cheeks in his hands. "Look at her, how can you say no to this face?" he says, clearly enjoying this. "Okay baby. I'll give you two options. Do you want a car or a trip to Switzerland?" my mother asks. "Switzerland of course," I say, lighting up immediately. "Of course," my brother says sarcastically and they all laugh. "Can Jade come?" my parents look at each other hesitantly. "Sure baby," my mother says.

Just as Charles was about to feed her a chip, he spotted me and instantly replaced his doting smile with a glare of disdain. “Sarah? You again? Are you stalking us?” “I’m not…” Before I could finish, my phone rang. It was Garrett, calling to confirm when I’d start at his company. Without hesitation, I answered, “I’ll be there tomorrow.” Charles looked at me with suspicion. “Where are you going tomorrow?” I quickly made up an excuse. “I have a meeting with a fabric factory.” He nodded. “Sarah, I know I was a bit harsh earlier. But you have to understand that Bev’s hands are crucial for everything she does. She can’t afford to be hurt.”

“It was an abandoned proposal from my mother about changing the match tradition. It was from that period when you were in Switzerland and I was unhappily living away from the palace. It seems like she didn’t have the confidence to break it herself. It feels like I finished something that my mother wanted to do.” Edward knew that had to mean a lot to Sebastian. He had managed to do something that even his mother hadn’t been able to do. “So the last matches are the two of us,” he said with a sigh. If the match system didn’t exist he and Sebastian might not be together. There was a chance they would have encountered each other later in life, but they might not have fallen in love. On the other

So I take a step back and try to change the subject. “Anyway, this matchmaking thing is kind of weird, isn’t it?” I say with a laugh. “I mean, who knows what kind of person they will match me with? Some kind of stalker or psychopath, probably.” Jace nods in agreement and follows me as I enter the room where the matchmaker lady is waiting for me. She looks up from her table with a smile.

Philip Sarah, my ex-wife, is now entangled with Bronn Martin. From Amir Benner to a computer software developer, she seems to have a penchant for wealthy men, a fact that stirs a deep-seated fury within me. She still retains a youthful allure, with her sophisticated, wavy brown hair cascading down her back. It struck me that she is now twenty-three, no longer the young teenager who once stood beside me in marriage. Her skin seemed to radiate under the gentle washroom lighting, and she was draped in a seductive dark dress that tempted sinful thoughts.

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?”