The Matchmakers Gift Novels & Stories

"Hand over 750 grand, and I'll vanish. Refuse, and I'll haunt you every waking moment." Like father, like son, both had dollar signs for souls. I snapped my fingers, and my muscle stepped out of the shadows, disarmed Matthias, and gave him a taste of his own medicine. He did not last long before he was sprawled out, howling on the ground. I strolled up, spat on him, and made it clear, "Cross my path again, and it's another beating, guaranteed." Two months later, I tied the knot with my assistant, Wendy Gibson. We threw one hell of a bash.

Devotion did not have to look like romance. After the foundation was established, the Glamour Gift's task began completing piece by piece. Slowly. Quietly. Not through one dramatic confession under moonlight, and not through a noble heir kneeling at my feet, but through thousands of sincere wishes from girls who had once stood at the edge of being forgotten. The day the final task was completed, the Glamour Gift spoke to me for the last time. Its voice was warmer than before. "You are the most unusual heir I have ever bound," it said.

In a brown leather jacket alongside a plain white tee and a pair of denim pants, he looked dreamy as usual. “Here, Caruso!” I yelled, waving to get his attention, inwardly gleeful as Edith snapped her head in his direction. “You sent him an invite?” She gasped, her eyes gaped. “Yes.” I replied, darting her a harmless smile. Edith didn’t say anything else in response, and looked petrified instead. “Hello, everyone,” He said, holding out a white gift bag, which I’d been too blinded by his attractiveness to even notice, “Congratulations, Heather.”

"So, Joe really will give gifts. I'll have to look forward to it. With his generosity, those gifts must be substantial." Peach nodded. "Of course, Gale, your red packet will surely be the biggest of all! Because you're the matchmaker!" "Right. I haven't asked Joe for my matchmaker's fee yet." Gale remembered. "Go ask now!"

Both of us were stunned. The tall and slim man shouted drunkenly. He held his glass and walked toward us. He mumbled, “Thank you, Kevin, for providing us with such a nice dating platform. “If I can find a girlfriend here, I will surely give you a huge reward. “I must toast to you today.” Kevin immediately lifted his glass and clinked it against the man’s glass. “I hope you get what you wish for, Liam.” Kevin did not drink. He only drank soda, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he drank it.

Checkmate Intro- And they were lovers, who spoilt each other with enough love and affection with gifts too. Danny's P.O.V. “Please, open your gift. I’ve been burning with curiosity about whether you’d like it.”I say to her smiling. Hailey lifts an eyebrow but nods and begins tossing tissue paper around like confetti with a smile already on her face. Her curiosity piqued, she reaches deeper, pulling out a heavy wooden box wrapped with a silk bow. “What is it?”

Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her. Among the gifts, one particularly caught her attention—a beautifully bound book filled with handwritten recipes from the village's oldest residents. This was a treasure she had always wanted, as cooking had been a cherished pastime shared with her mother. The book was a collection of family recipes, each page telling a story of love, tradition, and the joy of gathering around the table. As Marissa flipped through the pages, she could almost hear the laughter of her family and friends echoing through the years.

Samantha joked. "Mel, another gift from your prince arrived." Catherine handed me a box. "Oh my God, another one!" I took the box and opened it. Inside was a gold bangle with several hearts drawn on it and on the inside the phrase "wherever you go, I'll be your match." It matched so perfectly with the bracelet the girls gave me that I had no doubt; I would wear it too, even though my dress had long sleeves.

The anger disappeared like gas, and my head became clear again as I stared at the woman that is now mine. “I was waiting for you to tell me what to do with it?” She grinned. “Should we burn it?” “But it's a gift from your mate?” I asked cautiously. Even though I knew how she felt about him, I still wanted to hear it from her lips. “No. This…” She shook the blue box and wiggled the bag. “…is a gift from my mate, my only mate, and that is just a box from a psychopath. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm dying to see what you got me, and I'm even dying to put it on.” She giggled and ran into the bedroom with her clothes.

Turns out it Was fun, for them. The surprise he got me is the worst thing one can possibly do to another. "Alpha, this is the gift!" Not too long after the crowd forgot our little outburst, Lola charges back into the room, "the gift" behind her back as she grins at Alpha Damon. The gift is a file folder. Alpha Damon flips it open right under my nose, and blood rushes to the top of my head when I barely finished the title-- The Enfeoffment of The Scarlett Creek