The Matchmaker Novelas e Histórias

Maria opened it and saw, it was the match-maker. "Arthur! Look it's the match-maker, she's here for Esmeray", she told. "Esmeray, go inside", she ordered. "I want to hear too", she pouted. "Silly! Young ladies don't hear such things", she scolded her. Esmeray stood behind the room, while her parents sat and talked to the match-maker. "So, do you have a match for Esmeray?", Maria zsked excitedly. "I'm afraid not, nobody wants to marry your daughter", the match-maker said.

She was so filled with anger and jealousy as a non-friend of her daughter's boyfriend, let alone a husband now. “What about you Mackie?” Carolina faced Macrina cheerfully in order to try and coax her into getting a fiancé soon. “Sir, Williams Chamberlin loves you and he is a knight of the church”, Cecil said, smiling. “No man is worth my love and affection, Mrs. Gracefield”, Macrina said coldly towards her mom. “What do you mean by the nonsense you just said now? Don’t you know that women age very early or what?” Cecil said in a frustrated mood. “That man is way more than your worth. He is worth more than millions of dollars and he is a renowned man in society!” Cecil praised him as if he wa

"Not really, but I know of a couple who just got married downtown, they hardly stay home and are milloniares , " "Are you sure you want to do this?" "I am ,I think tonight is the best to make the move" I watch in awe and suddenly I'm pulled into darkness, I'm in a room but different from the previous ,I see a little girl about 9 years of age, she's playing with a baby boy in a cot, I watch the heartwarming sight before me,she stops all of a sudden looking towards Monique and I, "You walked in without my permission,you filthy monsters"

“Yes...send him in.” He turned to me. “Your match is here.” My match. He made it sound like he was a matchmaker working in a dating service. “Okay,” I took a deep breath, hoping he looked good, at least. At this point, there were so many questions in my mind. What did he look like? Was he a good man? A bad one? Did he have any weird mannerisms? Was he addicted to anything? Why was he doing this? It might just be a paper marriage but in the eyes of the law I'd be his wife. If he wanted, he'd force me to do things I did not want to do. I shuddered. What if he was an outcast no one wanted and this was his only way to find someone?

Torturing you with his memories, his traces that felt so real, and the state of loss he left. You may think these circumstances are the climax or the end of your life. But it's just the beginning. Of a new chapter, of a new journey. With each episode controlled by an unknown invisible force called 'fate'. And this story is one of those circumstances led by fate. Two people, connected by a bond called 'red string of fate' where one end lost its destination and was bent out of shape again and again. Another end became all twisted and stuck, unable to entangle. But no matter how much this 'bond' is stretched, tested, contorted, and pulled beyond limits, it never breaks. Even in death. This stor

Mother dropped the ice pack on the table, "Summer make sure she doesn't come out of her room till the dinner party." Summer nodded her head, I didn't want to get her in trouble so I followed behind her. "Mother, what did the matchmaker say?" I paused when I heard Ziora say. What matchmaker? "She said she would fix a date for you and Mr. Kenzal to meet and he is the best match for you and our company," Mother replied to Ziora. I wanted to hear their remaining conversation but couldn't because I left before they could hear me eavesdropping.

A betrayer or his surrogate? “Are you crazy? So is that who she is? Your heir producer?” groaned Andrea, giving her a look of disgust. “Yes. This is Danielle Hartford, the owner of Happy Matchmakers and the mastermind behind grandpa’s condition.” Danielle looked up at the duo, her eyes flashing with anger. She had never seen such a stubborn man with a one tracked mind before.

That's kind of how we left it. Amanda: Well, that's some news you should have shared from the start, girl! Ellie: Sorry :/ I was trying to process. Do you know who the matchmaker is? Amanda: Whiplash. Goddess, trying to change the subject? Stefano is a fine specimen and I wouldn't mind talking about him a little longer. Ellie: Haha, yes, he is. But, they were talking about the matchmaker, do people know who he is? Is that common knowledge?

I had just come out, and when she saw me, she thanked me continually and told me how grateful she was for my mistake. I admitted to her that I had done it on purpose because I knew they would be great for each other. I told her that I was very happy for her, then made a joke about being a professional matchmaker. She looked at me surprised and hugged me tightly. The next night I get a call from her, asking me to play matchmaker for her friend and that her friend would pay me too. I was surprised but said yes since the amount of money she said, was a lot. I had friends who were celebrities and knew who would be great for her friend, soon after meeting her. It went well, and she ended up getti

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