The Matchmaker Novels & Stories

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!”

It happens to be where Carrie brought Monica and she was comforting her in the corner. Kelly pulls me in their direction and we sit at their table. "If you two wish to be a couple, you wouldn't be hurting us," Kelly says softly and Monica looks up at Carrie before they both look at us. "We've noticed how you've been eyeing each other the last few days as we planned for the wedding." "I have Grace to worry about right now," Monica chokes quietly as Carrie rubs her back in comfort. The doctor on Grace's case walks over and says, "Only one person was a perfect match for Grace."

I frowned at him. “I figured. Look, I’m a great matchmaker, Princess—” “Just Tara.” “Awkward, but okay. Tara, you know how many couples I brought together? They live happily ever after, but the process of how they got there wasn’t easy. They all got hurt, and if I can give you one simple unsolicited piece of advice, it is that honesty and trust should go together.” “A matchmaker? I thought you guys deal with intelligence, guns, and security, not matchmaking.”

“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.”

“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.”

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.

The banishment of the storyteller from the gates barely marked the end of one problem before another arrived on their doorstep. Matchmakers began appearing in turn, each eager to arrange a marriage for Rosalind. The prospects they presented were enough to make Rosalind's parents' blood boil. These were men so far beneath their daughter's station that even a passing glance in their direction would be enough to provoke a disgusted sneer.