The Matchmakers Gift Novels & Stories

George, knowing me best, still tried his best to make me smile. Out of nowhere, he presented me with a crown of rocks made from the string in Nara’s bow, which set her off. They started arguing about conserving resources and sounded very much like the old elderly couple they impersonated. I remembered a memory of a couple fighting that wasn’t my own. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the man raised his hand to strike the woman and then everything went black.

The old woman’s eyes twinkled. “Ah, an excellent choice. That perfume is quite special.” “What makes it special?” I asked, intrigued. “It’s said to bring to mind the one you admire most,” the vendor explained. “The one you want to be with but perhaps can’t, for one reason or another.” I glanced at Damon, a teasing smile tugging at my lips. “And why would someone want that?” The vendor chuckled. “Sometimes, it’s a comfort to feel closer to someone, even if only in thought. For couples, it’s often a reminder of the connection they share.”

“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.”

"Viola, I wanted to talk to you about something." His voice was softer this time, almost guilty. "Your sister just started her treatment, and the Miracle Elixir is affecting her emotions. Makes her feel down. To keep her spirits up and to help with her recovery, your parents suggested that she and I go through the Marking Ceremony. "They hope it'll make her feel better."

They'd indeed favor Diamante over me because she was a public figure like Giovanni and essential, whereas I wasn't. I didn't need to hear them speak to know they were still gossiping behind me. Of course, I had passed by two women who said I was a golddigger and riding off Giovanni's wealth. They didn't make the insult subtle and were loud so I'd know they were speaking directly to me. "I came to give you a gift," she snapped her finger, and a man with a charcoal gray suit and steel glasses on his face stepped forward with a large brown envelope. "Take it," Diamante pointed to the envelope, "That's your wedding gift, and I hope you like it."

“I really am sorry, Lex. If we'd known, we wouldn't have set you up but just so you know. It was Rhea’s idea. “What the hell, Eve!” Rhea glared. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at both of them. “What? It was your idea. I told you repeatedly just to get her only gifts but the match maker in you couldn't help herself,” “I hate you,” Rhea glared good-naturedly. “It doesn't matter whose idea it was, you both owe me big time.” I said with my hands on my hips. “And that's why we brought you gifts and souvenirs from our trip,”

Were they really not the same person? Suddenly, the doorbell rang a second time. Full of hope, I went to open it, only to see a dozen delivery workers carrying in gift after gift. In no time, the entire place was stacked with presents. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Ingram had something come up at the last minute and couldn't make it today. He sent these gifts as a token of apology." Emily immediately burst out laughing. "You think we'd believe that just because you spent a little money? Gabriella, you're such a clown."

“Our ancestors preferred marking their mates during a full moon. We are stronger when the moon is full, and they seemed to believe their bond would be stronger. There used to be whole balls, around the lunar cycle, for people to meet their mates. A lot of old packhouses still have those ballrooms, but they are now used for regular pack parties.” She seemed to find this interesting because she looked up for the first time since coming to the library. “We still have parties for those who can’t find their mates, although there are some that use apps to find a match. The Moon Goddess usually helps push us in the right direction of our mate, at least, we believe. But people can get impatient. And

A twinge of jealousy passes her face but that is quickly replaced by the smile she’s wearing; I suppose she thinks the bracelet is from Nek. I can’t help her imagination; though it’s true the braceket is a gift from Nek, “doesn’t he have friends?” She asks. “Excuse me, I’m sorry I don’t understand”; “doesn’t he have rich friends that you can introduce me to” she says half smiling. In my mind I’m thinking why would I do that; but I steel my emotions and not let her see through me, “it’s not in my place for me to be matchmaking my friend’s husband” I say smiling, so that she doesn’t get offended.

Due to the proximity, the lingering scent of tobacco made me sick to my stomach. “It was fine,” I replied curtly, yanking his hands off me. Oblivious to my odd behavior, Dominick took my attitude as nothing more than a little tantrum. He shot his subordinate a look, and the latter presented a gift box on the double. “So I heard that you threw away the roses and ring? That’s pretty willful of you, but that’s what I like about you. “These are pearls imported from the Miranth Gulf. They cost me thirty million dollars at the auction. What do you think?”