The Matchmaker Novels & Stories

“Oh, umm okay. Why is he so concerned by that? I mean I know why I am. But still” “As I am sure you know, match makers are sort after. Because they show you the person who will help you achieve success. By showing you the person who can help you achieve your desires. That’s all they are. Someone who can help you achieve your goals. However, some people have a true match. Which is like a real-life soul mate. It’s very rare. You are Justen’s true match. That’s why his so hung up on protecting you, it’s frankly a real pain in my ass. But I have no control over it. So, I have to work with it the best I can.” “That is really reassuring, that there is someone looking out for me”

“But I will. As your matchmaker, I suggest that you don’t speak to him until he does. We don’t want him to think this is one of your schemes, do we?” Blair glared at me. “There are some ground rules,” I said. “First, I’m the matchmaker so you do everything I tell you. Not the other way round. Second, you don’t get to decide who Cristo ends up with so I suggest you find other hobbies that don’t involve screwing up the process. The future of my business is on the line.” “Whatever,” she said wearily. “Thank you.” I smiled. “I knew you would cooperate.”

Luke's mouth flung open but he shut it immediately. “If you want to change careers and become a matchmaker, I can help you with that.” Nathan added ignoring the bewildered look on his friend's face. Luke shook his head. "Man...!!" "I’m only interested in matchmaking you, my dear friend" he thought to himself. For the sake of Nathan’s happiness and his sexual wellbeing, Luke decided to offer the woman a job at Sea Hawks Enterprises, hoping to bring them together. Maybe this woman, who was the first woman ever who had broken his friend's non-reaction-spell.

“Now I’m sure you have a lot of questions for me, especially since you didn't call right away. I’m not sure what you were expecting exactly but I will just come right out with what I do here. I am essentially a high-end matchmaker, I find dates for those with means, those who may need a date for a business dinner, or a gala-type event. I think you are a beautiful young lady, with a mind of her own that could surely hold a good conversation, do you think that is something you would be interested in?” My jaw fell open but I promptly shut it. What the hell … was she … a madam? Was this for real? “Uhm, I don’t quite know what to say honestly, I thought you were like a modeling agency, which is k

Lena adored her. “She did mention something weird like that,” Lena admitted. “But I assumed she meant she sets up her grandkids with people.” “She said she’s a professional matchmaker,” Mara insisted. “Why not ask her to find you a date for the wedding?” “Mara.” Lena pinched the bridge of her nose. “We are talking about a woman who leaves out bowls of milk ‘for the spirits’ and keeps dried herbs hanging on her door like we live in medieval Europe.” “Yes,” Mara said firmly. “But she’s also powerful. I’m telling you she has connections.”

I wanted him to not look so damn tired. “I introduced them. Poor guy never thought he would get a girl like her, but they're perfect for each another. I get to claim matchmaker. It took a little time, but they're very happy they worked it out. It's really a sweet love story,” he said with a genuinely happy smile. He stepped back and looked me up and down. “You look fantastic, by the way. Stunning, really.” “Thank you.” I could be polite. I wasn't even thinking of punching him. Maddy would be shocked. “Is the rest of your family here too?”

She inquired, she sounded like my mother. Geez. ~＞"My very own private reasons!" I responded abit rude. ~＞"Oh really? Just so you know and you can check if you want to. I'm in charge of FAP&GMgroup. That's simply because; I'm a matchmaker, I can help you find Mr Right wherever he is, Like I've just said ... Nineteen years in marriage, I know much more about Love than G****e or Wikipedia. Also, I can bring back together two separated lovers.

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.

"Mrs. Beatrice." "He's a lovely boy! Strong jaw, good teeth, owns three shops in the market district—" "I'm not interested." "You haven't even met him properly!" I finally turned to look at her. She was eighty years old, built like a battle-worn oak tree, and the most persistent matchmaker I'd ever encountered. "I'm not interested in marriage. Or men. Or good teeth." Her face fell. "But why?" Because I spent my entire life being groomed like a prize mare for some man's bed. Because I have seven brothers who got to build empires while I learned to fold linens. Because the word 'wife' tastes like poison in my mouth.

Countless moments of joy and fluttering excitement. He would always stand at the forefront of her life, and she was willing to light the long road ahead for him in return. Nick drew her back into his arms, holding her as if she were something precious. He took two steps forward, then stopped. His gaze flicked back to Lauren. As if recalling something, he added, "Madam, in all your life, have you ever understood what being truly well matched means? "It's not about status or background. It's about capability, character, and shared values. It's about souls that resonate and recognize each other.