The Matchmakers Gift Novels & Stories

“I have the perfect pastry for you…how about giving him macaroons” I looked at the woman as she winked at me. "It's the perfect gift for everyone .. they are commonly called pastry jewelry, it's the perfect gift I assure you. » I nodded, convinced by her pitch, and she handed me a piece of paper and a pen making me look at her puzzled. "Because you're nice to me, I'm going to give you a present... How about we make this gift package unique for your boyfriend?" I lowered my head in embarrassment and she asked me to tell her about Michaël, the color of his hair and his eyes. I did it and a few minutes later, I was paying at the checkout thanking her for her attention. She is so nice...

Leng Chen whispers as he sees Han Shu who sits opposite him now . While the others glance at their fiances with smiles on their faces . " Good , good ... now let's change the engagement gift then " The matchmaker woman hired by the Leng family become the middle person between the families. " Then... let me read the list of gifts from the girls ." Qi Lie , Qi Ann's eldest brother said to the others . " There are two boxes from each girls . Please check the items now . " He said as he sees the maids send the boxes to each young men that sits opposite the girls.

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 rested my body behind a sofa with red velvet fabric with gold carvings on each side. My eyes stared straight out the window. My hands loosened up my tie a bit. I don’t know why they’re going to have a ball party next week with the reason of finding my mate. Though I’ve repeatedly confirmed to both of them, I’m pretty sure I can find my mate by myself. However, the mother who wants to have a grandchild soon makes the king not change his decision.

WARNING: THIS IS A COPYRIGHTED BOOK UNDER THE GOVERNMENT OF CROATIA, OWNED BY AMANDA STEEL. INFRINGERS WILL BE DEALT WITH ACCORDINGLY. THE AUTHOR HAS GIVEN GOODNOVEL THE RIGHTS TO PUBLISH THIS BOOK IN THEIR APP/WEBSITE. *** Every supernatural creature was told a story when they were children about a great gift that was given to them. This gift is truly precious, for it is their other half, the other part of their own soul, and it is called a mate.

She was perfect. We talked well into the afternoon until the sun started to set, and I could feel myself feel at ease as Estelle and I opened up to each other about our lives. Soon enough, I’d brought out the envelope and slid it towards her. She accepted it graciously, and we continued to talk. I honestly did not feel like going back home. “It’s a common question,” she started, “but as a matchmaker, how easy is it for you to find love for yourself?”

“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.”

Raphael yelled over his shoulder, "Didn't my mom ask you to start trying for a baby? You said no, didn't you? You don't want to give birth? Fine. Once Brie has the baby, we'll raise it for you. That kid'll be yours." What kind of joke is this? Me, raising Brie's child? "Screw off." I slammed the door behind them. Finally, peace. A few minutes later, Tom came back alone. He pressed a small box into my hand. I opened it. A pair of earrings lay inside. Tom plucked one up and leaned in close, brushing his fingers against my earlobe. "Don't move. Raphael was in the way earlier, so I couldn't give it to you." He fastened the earring and leaned back to take a good look, visibly pleased.

His gaze felt like an X‑ray, as if he wanted to look straight through me. I did not look away. I met his gaze with a numb calm. After a long silence, he smiled and pulled his hand back. He tossed the burn ointment onto the nightstand. “Fine. Go. But you must return on February sixteenth. It is my birthday. I want you to give yourself to me as a gift.” He leaned close to my ear, and his teeth brushed my earlobe. “You need to be clean and fresh.” I pushed down the nausea in my stomach and nodded. “Okay.”

Even through the fabric, you could see the insane size of it. My heart started hammering, and I could already feel myself getting wet between my legs. I forced myself to act calm as I welcomed them in. Kian smiled and said in broken Selric, "Mrs. Tarell, this is a present for you." I hadn't expected a gift at my son's birthday. I opened it. Inside was a seven-inch thick adult toy. My face went burning red in an instant. Kian had no filter, giving me something like that. Was he hinting at something?