The Matchmaker Novels & Stories

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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Due to Maya’s hurry, she did not realize that she walked to the area where Alexander and Adrianna’s table was. Maya winced when she realized this. ‘Just great!’ She then turned around to greet the others with a sweet smile on her face. “Hi! Yes, I am Maya. I was at your party last time,” Maya said with a smile. She just hoped that blondie did not see her with Alexander earlier, else there was no way Maya could continue being a matchmaker for them. Adrianna smiled. “Are you here to eat too? I am here with Alexander,” She happily said before she whispered, “Thank you for the last time. Come join us if you are not alone.”

I brushed the thought out of my mind as came closer to where the counsellor was. "We are gathered here to witness the marriage between these two youths, Tessa Simon reigns and Jace Dimitri Prescott." Everywhere was so silent that if a pin were to drop, it would be heard. "Jace, open your bride's covering." I opened it and tried not to act too surprised but it looked like she had been crying. "Do you take Tessa to be your wife, in health and in sickness, for richer and for poorer till death do you part?" "Yes, yes I do." I saw Tessa's lazy eyes receive light and I gritted my teeth. She was a gold digger.

Nikita grumbled with an expectant look. "We only get one shot at this, so we need to pick the perfect person. The right person," Gemma explained, "So I went to a matchmaker, the best one on the East Coast." "A matchmaker?" Nikita spluttered before gulping her gin. "She gave me three really good candidates, all in the market for the same thing for their own reasons," Gemma continued, ignoring Nikita's outburst. Nikita realized the files in Gemma's hand contained the three candidates and reached her hand out for them. Gemma remained in place, causing Nikita to questioningly arch her perfectly shaped eyebrow.

Face impassive, I replied, "Go ahead. After all, someone spent considerable effort making it." I had barely finished speaking when Melissa Barker's eyes reddened. "Marissa, I truly didn't mean for this to happen! I worked overtime till 11 last night to place an order for this banner, so I must have accidentally sent them the wrong thing since it was so late. I'm genuinely sorry!" Before I could say anything, my boyfriend, Liam Yarrow, was already frowning. "Marissa, it's just a name. There's no need to make things difficult for Mel. Just pretend that it's your name on there and stop kicking up a fuss."

I kept waiting to beat him in a real match—and finally claim the wedding he promised. But over the next twenty-six matches, I never won. I told myself I just hadn't worked hard enough. Now I get it. Start to finish, he only saw me as a junior to train. A good challenge. Never a life partner. All those "sweet moments" I clung to? Just a trap he built, piece by piece. And I walked right in—five years gone, chasing a fantasy. *** The next day, I went to the actuarial lab like usual.

"I wanted to go there because I knew it would be the ultimate insult, but he ruined it when he started talking about ending our affair so he could work on your marriage." She looked at Emma. "So, I thought if I could show him that you were unfaithful, that you were nothing like what he thought you were, that he would stop putting you on that damn pedestal." She laughed, as though she had just thought of a darkly funny joke. "I hired that guy-do you remember in the restaurant? The banker that came to our table and was all over you, trying to convince you to share more than an appetizer?" Emma half nodded, remembering the way the guy had disregarded her wedding ring as though it didn't matter.

They're calling it a bad omen! Jack's face lost all its color. Before he could say anything, his phone rang. Mary screamed with terror, "Jack, come to the hospital, now! Bianca fell, and there's blood!" Jack rushed over to the hospital like a lunatic. Outside the operating room, Robert stood there, clutching a report, tears streaming down his face. "The doctor said the embryo had defects. It was never viable." Robert looked at Jack with despair gleaming in his eyes. "Do you remember what the fortune teller said back then? He said Thea was the catalyst for our family. Without her, the Schuyler bloodline ends here."

Beatrice was warm and so motherly and friendly but could be scary when the need arose. Gabriel saw his mother was still fuming at being ignored and tried to direct her attention elsewhere. "I found my mate" he blurted out. It worked like magic. Beatrice's eyes positively sparkled with delight. Nicholas knew exactly what Gabriel had just done and smiled knowingly at him, mouthing the word 'thanks' "Is she pretty?" Clara questioned. "Of course silly. An alpha's mate is always pretty, the moon goddess makes sure of that" Raphael answered