The Matchmaker นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.”

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

I say looking around the run down place. "Why?" he looks confused by my decision, not that I blame him. I usually buy large hotels, enteprises, companies but this place looks hopeless.. "We're moving to Green city." I walk back to the table. "You never told me your name," I have seen that look before. The look of a person who has hit rock bottom. Honestly I am not sure he'll survive without the booze. "Garden White," he says. "Garden, you just made a deal with the devil. Make sure you hold your end of the deal, or else you'll wish you had never met me."

“I’m so sorry, I…” “Never change, young lady, I find your muttered observations quite entertaining.” Arcus grinned his feral grin. “I concur!” Bain chuckled. Gemma cleared her throat in her embarrassment, but then remembered her question. “What is a Finder?” Tamara smiled. “Ever the attention to details! A Finder is someone who manages to find and collect the needy or broken souls. That is why you managed to make a connection to your friend that was on the verge of feral.”

"I know that already." "So let's get this match making done." There's a shuffling on the other end of the line as if she's moving. "Do you want a nice cook, someone who compliment you daily, a good artist." There's pause after eacg listing as if she's writing it down. "I have a network of nice guys I could match make you with." "Just hook me up, don't match make." I beg with a low laugh. "And how many times have I told you Rose, I don't want the nice guy."

His methods are creepy and sinisterly disturbing like how serial killers in the human world existed. And now that he was in front of me, I couldn't stop trembling. This man wanted me to find his mate. As a self-proclaimed and well-known Matchmaker in New Orleans, here was I, about to lose my career to this despicable, gorgeous werewolf. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes. I sighed and looked at him once more. "If you keep on scaring me, my power won't work!" I uttered. "What do you mean it won't work? Do you want to die?" he threatened me again. "Find her! Find my mate or you will be stuck with me forever!"

"He works in finance, has his own place, and he's very straightforward. If you're not interested after one meet-up, no pressure. I can just give him your number so you guys can text." It took every form of self restraint in me not to sneer. A cheater putting in good word for someone else. What have I really not seen in this life? “Just one date, I'm not promising anything more than that,” I sighed, looking up at my sister. I was doing this for myself actually, maybe meeting someone new might help me get over my feelings for Lorcan, not that I planned to date someone Nevan vouched for. Mayla clapped her hands together with a bright smile. "Awesome! You won't regret it, Theo."

she finished in one breath, and I chuckled. “Lara, you know as well as anyone that even though I recommend matches, it is still up to our clients whether or not they establish a connection,” I replied, and she shrugged, scrolling through her iPad silently. “Well, we should at least give it a try, yes?” she persuaded. “Of course. I’m not called the matchmaker for nothing,” I smirked, and she giggled, shaking her head at my antics.

“That's because you haven't found someone that makes your heart thump harder, someone that makes you feel butterflies in your stomach.” “Yuck, you are such a girl.” Jules twisted his mouth as he stared at his brother. “Janice!” Jules watched as Maggie and the named girl hugged each other enthusiastically. It was obvious they were more than acquaintances. “I thought you weren't interested in coming!” Maggie hollered, even as they were close to each other. “Please.” Janice did an eye roll and continued. “Why would I miss a wedding I matched?” So, she was a matchmaker. Jules made an interesting observation as his eyes drank in her feature.