The Matchmaker Novels & Stories

Amelia replied to Rosalie as she dusted off imaginary lint from her shoulder, "There's no need to thank me, I want the best for my daughter." She gave a sly smile, "But if you could bring a man back..., that would be great. I do not doubt that certain wolves will be drawn to you the moment they lay eyes on you." Rosalie shook her head in disbelief. Her mother had resumed her role as the matchmaker for her.

While Carmelo faced down, grinning widely at her words. I rolled my eyes, “Have you stopped fashion designing? Are you now a matchmaker?” I crossed my hands over my chest. Carmelo still had a stupid smile on his face. I wished to wipe it off. But I couldn’t. As much as I was finding it hard to accept, Viva was helping me out with my plans without her knowledge. “Honey, don’t you know who I am? Vittoria De Babesy, that’s who. And matchmaking has been my perfection.” She winked at me. “Glad that you know nothing about me still.” I regretted saying those words but it was too late.

Jenny stated. I let them both go and watched them disappear around a corner. I smiled as I returned Travis's gaze. "What?" Travis inquired. "I am the century's Matchmaker." Giggling, I said. "I'm not sure what you're on about, shortness." He said while turning away from me. "You're hilarious. You got Charis' phone number and couldn't stop staring at her the entire time." I responded. "OK, she's really pretty, and I'd like to take her out on a date." He stated.

And racing toward him at full speed was a fifty-year-old woman in heels, rediscovering her inner teenager, ready to aggressively romance her husband into eternity. The Hale mansion settled slowly back into calm. But the energy had changed, lighter, warmer, and full of possibility. And at the center of it all stood Elara, the accidental matchmaker, the mischievous prophet, the Hale family’s undeniable lucky charm. "I'm proud of you," Lucian whispered into her ear, making her blush. And somewhere in the distance... A café door was about to swing open dramatically.

At twenty-four, Clara Mercer is the sharpest, most indispensable Executive Secretary at Sterling Enterprises. Armed with an MBA, ironclad professionalism, and an unwavering drive to secure her financial independence, she has spent two years maintaining a strict boundary between herself and her cold, ruthlessly attractive boss, CEO Damon Sterling. Damon is a man defined by corporate dominance and emotional stone. Guarded and cautious after a bitter, high-profile betrayal by his ex-wife, his only soft spot is his four-year-old son, Toby. But Toby is an untamable genius who has systematically terrorized and fired seven elite nannies in three months. When Toby triggers a company-wide emergency

“Well, you should make time. You’re a great catch. Being alone sucks.Trust me, I know. Until your brother came along, I was very familiar with that feeling” “I’m a great catch?” he replies, shaking his head. “Says the girl who’s only met me twice” I laugh. I knew within minutes of meeting him he was a sweetheart. Don’t ask me how, I just did. “I’m a pretty good judge of character. Hey, what about Gerald? I think you two would be perfect for each other” “Oh, we’re playing matchmaker now?” I shrug. Of course I’m playing matchmaker. “I just think everyone should have someone special in their life. Your brother is the best thing that’s ever happened to me”

Nicole blinked, her eyes growing tired all of a sudden, the papers shook aggressively under her firm grip. "Xander?" Xander. Xander. That man she hated, was her matchmaker, she sustained a scoff, pretending to be busy with the papers. "I don’t think that will work." She stared up at them.

When the matchmaker finished taking a bath, he almost screamed when he saw someone lying on the bed with a white face because of the night cream she applied, including the light was dim at that time which added more horror. "Oh my God, Ellie!" he snorted. He held his chest with one hand because his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. "Sorry…" she apologized. "W-why are you here? Don't tell me you're going to sleep here?" "The bed is spacious. I could sleep on one side and you on the other." Elyana gestured her hand to show him which side she would take. "For real?" The matchmaker couldn't believe her. He turned away to look fo

Then he raised her head and drank off the wine in the glass. "You are worthy to be taught. Don't worry. I will take good care of you from now on," said Jim as he nodded, with an evil and attractive smile on his face. His tone was ambiguous and intriguing. Hazel smiled, with two lovely dimples on her cheeks. Zac wrapped his arms around her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "My dear wife, are you the mediator or the matchmaker?" Hearing that, Hazel was stunned. Matchmaker? How was that possible?

She did it on purpose, she was going to drive him crazy! He fell silent and turned around with his dark face. The tubed-shaped apartment's crude staircase rattled with his trampling, he went downstairs then turned around to the upstairs again, then he knocked on the door. "Which match-making show did she participate in?" Wesley told him the title of the match-making show, Zachary went downstairs again with his gloomy face. On the way back, he was complaining angrily, “Such a heartless woman, how dare you do this to me! Let’s see how I am going to take care of you when you’re back!”