The Matchmakers Gift Novels & Stories

I simply answered. “Dante hasn’t given you anything yet? Because he gave me loads of gifts. The men here give potential escorts extravagant gifts to show who they are interested in. The more expensive, the better.” I wanted to smack the smug look of Tamara’s beautiful face. I tried to calm down by reminding myself that Dante only gave Tamara gifts for information, not for sexual favors like the other sponsors. “Well, I’m sure that Gabrielle and Dante’s connection is so pure that he doesn’t have to give her gifts to strengthen the bond they already have,” Alice noted, sticking up for me.

“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

On that stormy night, as I gripped my phone, calling them again and again, they had spent the whole night entwined like true lovers. I closed my eyes for a moment, steadying myself, then turned back to Bernard and Anne with a smile. "Of course not. Why would I ever be mad with you? You two are the most important people in my life." And because of that, I would give them the most unforgettable gift. … After I got out of the hospital, Bernard became more attentive than ever, driven by guilt. He slipped into the role of the devoted partner—learning to cook, keeping the place clean, and taking over chores that had once been mine.

the maid said with a smile, closing the door behind her. I stretched and looked around, searching for my gift. Soon, I found it—a large gift box on the bed. It was tied with a ribbon, with a white rose and an envelope pinned to the corner. I picked up the envelope. Even the paper was thick, textured, and scented—everything about this gift screamed power and wealth. I opened it to find an invitation to a charity banquet tonight and a handwritten note. I read the note first: Join me in tonight’s banquet. The guests there are interested in you and your project. P.S. I think you’ll look beautiful in white. —Asher

Siya attempted to break the ice, "So, any specific ideas for a gift?" Alice, still grappling with her inexplicable irritation, responded, "I don't know, Siya. Whatever you think will be suitable." Siya grinned, "Well, let's make it special. How about a customized photo frame with a picture of their wedding day? We can add a heartfelt message too." Alice, appreciating the sentiment behind the idea, nodded in agreement. "That sounds lovely, Siya. Let's do that." As they wandered through the mall, they stumbled upon a shop specializing in personalized gifts. The process of selecting the perfect frame and choosing a heartfelt message led them into a conversation about love, relationships, and th

“Yes, I’m Jamie’s husband.” Jamie shot him a glare, but before she could protest, he added with a slight pause, “Or rather, her future husband.” The vendor’s face lit up with an understanding smile. “Ah, I see! Young love. It’s wonderful. Jamie, you’ve found yourself a great match!” The vendor didn’t give Jamie a chance to explain before handing her a bundle of celery. “No, really, I can’t—” Jamie began, trying to refuse, but the vendor insisted, leaving her no choice but to accept the gift.

“Hey, Emily! This place really looks fantastic.” “Thank you, Kayla!” I said, my voice filled with warmth. “I’m so glad you’re here.” I reached behind the counter and pulled out two carefully wrapped packages. “I’ve got a special gift for both of you.” As they unwrapped the gifts, their eyes widened with delight. Inside were matching stylized scarves, each a beautiful blend of soft pastels with intricate patterns that hinted at elegance and a touch of whimsy. The scarves were adorned with delicate, hand-embroidered details that made them unique and personal.

But will I be there to pick up the pieces? I turn my attention back to the computer screen. More photos have come in from the private investigator. The bags’ labels have been revealed and I am shocked to see how many of them are familiar to me. There is a gift in there for couples; it is a matching set of blankets, mugs, and journals that encourages the couples to unite and come together despite their differences. There is also a box set inside the mall employees cart that is filled with body and massage oils. I raise my eyebrow, my interest piqued at the sight. I clear my throat and turn my attention to other photos, scrolling through as much as I can, trying to see what else Stella has bou

While Gift was having fun, the others felt like they would be lucky if their bodies were foundintact after everything, but one thing they knew for sure was that no matter their anger or hatred towards her, Gift was someone they should never dare to offend again. “So what is this?” She asked as she examined the small palm sized book and card. “The book contains a list of cheat codes that she thought you would need and the card is for the Italian cooking competition she mentioned on Sunday. She said that you were interested although I don't know why she would let you learn directly from him just because you liked his food. Just who are you?” Scarlet didn't try to hide her extreme dislike me we

A famous painting, century-old ginseng, and bracelet—yet theirs had lower values compared to those Maxine and Patrick had brought. More importantly, Maxine and Patrick beat them to it and they were next to present the gifts. Presenting the same gifts at a lower value would create a stark contrast with Maxine and Patrick’s offerings. What would Master and Madam Otter think then? Agnes and Hector got nervous, they were sweating nervously. “Darcy, can we take the gifts back? We’ll skip this time, or use your identity as the branch head to get someone to bring us some gifts. I want the gifts to be a hundredfold better than Maxine and Patrick’s!” Agnes said to her daughter.