The Matchmaker Novels & Stories

“Mr. Carter, I dare not do it again. I really don’t dare. Please give me a chance. Don't drive me away.” Carter looked at the terrified maid, and his smile widened. “Don't worry, not only will I not drive you away, I will be your matchmaker.” “...” The maid was stunned in disbelief. After a while, she finally dared to lift her head to look at Carter. “Mr. Carter, did you say you’ll help me and be my matchmaker? W-What do you mean?” The maid found it hard to believe it. She felt that she had heard it wrongly.

But he could still see her body shaking and distant eyes when he thought back to it. “I don’t want her to go through that again,” he stated firmly. “Ooh la la, there is that voice again. That’s one of the reasons I am playing matchmaker for you two.” “You are what?” “Matchmaker. Or pimp, since she’s a hoe. Now, do you have a pen?”

Femi cannot think that I like his girl, the tense relationship we already had between our parents is putting so much on our family that we cannot afford to be quarreling too. “Wacko?” I tilted my head at my best friend who rolled her eyes at me. “Of everything I said, trust your brain to pick that one out.” “So that’s the reason why you are trying you hand at matchmaking?” I asked as Tomi shrugged. “It seems to be enough reason for me.” Tomi said as I sighed. “You suck at it.” I tell her as she throws her chips at me. “Food fight?” I asked her. “NO, you child.” She admonished with a giggle. “Since I suck at it, why don’t you give it a try?”

“It was an abandoned proposal from my mother about changing the match tradition. It was from that period when you were in Switzerland and I was unhappily living away from the palace. It seems like she didn’t have the confidence to break it herself. It feels like I finished something that my mother wanted to do.” Edward knew that had to mean a lot to Sebastian. He had managed to do something that even his mother hadn’t been able to do. “So the last matches are the two of us,” he said with a sigh. If the match system didn’t exist he and Sebastian might not be together. There was a chance they would have encountered each other later in life, but they might not have fallen in love. On the other

“Most of the rich people here are invited for business purposes, but not all of them are here just for business.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “There’s something called a match partner,” he said, his tone serious. “Basically, a higher or richer person can pay the organization to match them with people they want for different reasons. Some want business alliances, others are looking for personal connections or even potential relationships.” “That’s... interesting,” I said, thinking about why I was here and who put me in this event. “So, how do you know all this?” “I was part of the planning,” Alexander said, “but I’m just here as a guest tonight, not a participant.”

"You gotta meet my friend Kendra! She is freaking awesome. She is the matchmaker of the gods. So I'm going to give you fair warning, she will probably try to find you a girlfriend. Let her work her magic on you. I know blind dates are hard. I hate 'em too. But believe me when I tell you that if she tells you she'll find you a love interest she will do it." Christopher's soul sank to his feet. He looked at Ashleigh and tried to hide the pain in his heart. "So if she's such a good matchmaker why didn't she find you a match?" He knew that she was single, knew that she'd just broken up with the guy named DeAngelo. She looked down at her hands. "I guess…" Then she

She kept emphasizing that with such a beautiful girl, she was destined for an excellent match, possibly even becoming a noble lady. Selena remained silent but felt a jolt of panic. What noble lady? Could it be Roberto finding her? After seeing the matchmaker out, Selena quickly took her mother's arm and began to lead her back inside. Before Selena could even ask, Maria instructed Gina to fetch Mr. Jose from the shop, needing him to return home immediately. Back inside, Maria had lost her smile and sat down, fixing her gaze on Selena beside her. After a long pause, she uttered, "Selena, the matchmaker of Lucio, came to propose a

I said, shaking my head sideways, incompetent at accumulating everything at once. "I want you to talk to him, or perhaps get him someone for him to date." The elderly man repeated in a pleading tone. "You want me to persuade him to get a woman? A lady to be called his? " I said, staring at him like he had gone, psycho. Since when did I become a matchmaker? I raised my possibly wrinkled eyebrows at him for him to acknowledge my questions, hoping I misheard him "Yeah..h" Mr.Smith breathed and smiled.

she mumbled before someone was kissing her neck from the back, holding her in place. "Who thought you are not a good matchmaker, my love?" her husband whispered huskily as Arabella turned, showing the missive that she just read. Aiden read it and arched his eyebrow at her, wanting some explanation. "Oh, please. You think that I am not fit to be a matchmaker," Arabella said as she rolled her eyes, but her lips plastered a smile. "But then again, my gut is always right and that means, you don't have to say anything about it, my love. Just watch and enjoy the show," Arabella said before she was smiling, pointing out to Aiden what was her best friend telling about the newlyweds that she just pai

Her eyes showcase the brightest smile but are forcibly forced. "Show me what you got first, then I will choose a few." I cleared my throat, trying to emphasize my demands. It was unintentional because my original plan was to cancel this matchmaking thing. But I changed my mind now. I want to test her. It's hard to believe that she's the matchmaker. "A few?" There was an insult in the way she let go of her words. I get it. She probably thinks I'm a womanizer. Dammit. "Like how many? You only need one wife," she slightly laughed.