The Matchmaker Novels & Stories

"I have an idea." "Oh, please do tell," I muttered sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Wes ignored my sarcasm. "You can play cupid." My eyebrows furrowed together. "What?" "You can be my match-maker. Find me the perfect girl and maybe I will settle down since you make it seem like so much fun." I scoffed, "What makes you think I could find the perfect girl for you?" Wes shrugged nonchalantly, his lips tugging up into a smirk. "Look at those gorgeous doe-eyes of yours. With those eyes and that quick mind of yours, I'm sure you'd spot out all the fake bitches who I shouldn't waste my time with."

When she went to the temple, she received a special mark. It has two dragons. A fire dragon going up and a water dragon going down. Odin’s mark in the middle. When I agreed, I did not realize that she would be getting two mates. I watched them as they were raised together as brothers. They are decent men or had been until my daughter came into their lives. The fire dragon is obsessed with finding the woman with his mark and refuses to believe that he has already found her. Meanwhile, the water dragon is smarter and senses their mate. I would love to beat some sense into both of them.

“Only you can.” “If I knew how, I wouldn’t be asking,” I snapped. Wrath rolled his eyes. “How do you expect to lead Hell when you barely understand what you are?” “I made a deal with Valekar,” I growled. “After this is fixed.” Wrath crossed his arms. “Good. Let him mark you. Complete the bond. He becomes your bride — the Bride of Hell.” “…That’s it?” “Yes. Can I leave now?” With a nod, he vanished.

I couldn't bring myself to ask the question. "Yes. You are his companion for life, and you are the only woman who would ever get that mark." He answered anyway, already knowing that was what I was curious about. "The moon goddess chooses our mates for us. She chose you for Damon, so I am sure you are worthy of him." He added. I looked at him, and he gave me a reassuring smile. I didn't know what to think with the new information that just got handed to me. If anything, I got even more confused about what to make of the whole thing.

"Is anybody there?" "Hello?" He could hear the melody sound of rain on the windows that was showing rain is still in its wholeness. Despite of wearing overcoat he was feeling like a cold was running in his blood vessels. He turned towards the counter and started tapping his fingers on the counter table. "hello.. Anyone?" Meanwhile a young beautiful lady appears from behind the counter table. Rakesh went still on seeing her beauty, he was numb like he was cast by a spell. He was feeling like any magician spelled a magic to bring this fairy on earth that appeared all of sudden here out of nowhere.

The exact opposite of her ex. She was in the balcony of her room as she thought of ways on how to avoid him. Now that her mom knew he was back, she would try to be a matchmaker again. She was the saddest when they broke up and she offered to change her image, thinking that Logan would go back to her. “He is used to dating alluring women honey so we should do something to let your naturally beauty out! “ her mother said that time.

But I just, wanted to see him again. It was already 2 in the afternoon because I woke up late. We had a movie marathon last night so, yeah. It somehow made us look like Dracula so I applied a tiny bit of concealer. Not my type of thing, but I thank my best friend , Eunna, for packing up make ups and secretly adding it to my luggage, messaged me that I needed to be the prettiest in town. Which I highly doubt, by the ways.

''She likes him so why not,'' She mutters near me. ''So, you're the matchmaker now?'' I turn to face her as she smiles down at the ground; mesmerising me at the sight of it. She's a beauty that is cherished. ''Well, not really. Besides, what she said is true. He's indeed a beauty—matches her. They're both beautiful so I don't see anything wrong with it,'' She says. ''But I'm beautifuler,'' I roll my eyes. She fakes a cough, ''Yup. Whatever you say,''

“No, not breeding. Who gives a shit about breeding? And I won’t be pushed into anything.” He stood and glanced out the window at the women going into the front of the building with what appeared to be pies, cookies, and cakes in their grasp. His mother had done well. Telling them his preferences ensured they offered up something he liked. But two could play that game. “Where’s the card?” Spike frowned. He glanced around the office. “What card?” “The one you mentioned is about a matchmaker, Gerri or something.” “Ah, yes. Gerri Wilder.” Spike nodded and shoved his hand into his pocket. “She matched my cousins. Their mother, much like yours, tried to interfere, but Gerri gave them the perfect m

Considering Gideon's background and looks, she genuinely felt that the two of them would make a perfect match if they actually got together. Naturally, she was happy to play matchmaker. "If you like him, be with him. If you don't, just keep feigning ignorance and keep up the act. Spend enough time together, and feelings might develop. Then boom—this fake thing will turn into the real deal." "Don't both options end with us getting together?" "Exactly. I'm only pushing for this because it's Gideon. If it were anyone else, I doubt they'd have my seal of approval. I would never advise you to pick up trash."