The Matchmaker Novels & Stories

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."

"Guess what? Your matchmaker is not Rosy, after all, Hendrix. . . She's the Rosy's niece, and her name is Louise Rose." . c.m. louden

He looked at me. "I met someone last night. I know how that sounds. I know it sounds insane. His name is Caden Ashford and I met him outside that house last night and we talked for a long time and he is a good man, I believe that, and he has asked me to marry him." Walter stared at me. "I know. I know Walter. But I need you to hear me when I say that this is not a disaster. It is strange and it happened fast and there is a lot I still have to figure out but I am not lost. I am not broken. I am making a choice."

“You! Certainly.” “Doesn’t that make me the matchmaker?” Josh thought about it and answered, “Yes.” “I’m giving you my bank details so you can send me a little token of appreciation for pairing you two together. Come on, I’m not going to give you money as a wedding gift, I have better things in mind than something as impersonal as that. However, I will admit that I am a shallow man and would like some money as a way of thank-you for my role as a matchmaker..”

The old woman’s eyes twinkled. “Ah, an excellent choice. That perfume is quite special.” “What makes it special?” I asked, intrigued. “It’s said to bring to mind the one you admire most,” the vendor explained. “The one you want to be with but perhaps can’t, for one reason or another.” I glanced at Damon, a teasing smile tugging at my lips. “And why would someone want that?” The vendor chuckled. “Sometimes, it’s a comfort to feel closer to someone, even if only in thought. For couples, it’s often a reminder of the connection they share.”

This situation expresses only one word awkward. "Yeah... Please keep it here and come again after some time if they need anything. " I heard a voice from behind... this is a voice I have heard... curiousity got the best out of me and I turned my head. I was shocked. "Drishti!!" what is she doing here. " Hi... Rakshit nice to meet you again." "What are you doing here" I blurted. "I am from better half matrimonial company and so we are here for arranging a meeting with you and... Sh...Shruti" she is a matchmaker... I looked at her with horror.

"I don't even remember how it feels to not have someone." "But you have us," Conner smiled. "And if there's one thing the both of us are experts at, it's being single." "We should give her a makeover!" Nikki practically slapped Conner out of excitement. "Just like I did to you when you last went through a breakup." "You're messing with me," I laughed. "There's no way this man has ever been anything other than freaking gorgeous. "Show her the pictures," Nikki hit him a couple more times, forcing him to take out his phone and find the evidence.

The target of her death glare just grinned and had the audacity to wink at her. “Friend of yours?” I asked through gritted teeth. The only reason that man still had functioning knee caps was because he’d just put on Ronan Keating. “Fellow English teacher,” she replied with a voice that promised murder, “and self-proclaimed matchmaker. He’s read Emma too many times and thinks he’s qualified to manipulate people’s love lives.” “You can still refuse me,” I said, extending my hand again.

I glanced at the screen, pressed the hang-up button, and flipped it face down on the table, returning to the technical discussion. But the calls didn't stop. Within two minutes, the phone rang again—same number. I grabbed the phone and blacklisted the number directly. The silence lasted less than half an hour. My social media account began flooding with friend requests. Each verification message was from Zachary, pleading again and again for me to accept his request, begging for a chance to speak.

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.