The Matchmakers Gift Novels & Stories

“That day, he went to prepare gifts for the guests who came to the matchmaking party. He wanted her to accompany him, but she didn’t enjoy shopping. So, I brought Hailey. Initially, my intention was for Hailey to select the gifts alongside my mom. But I couldn’t escape either. So, I went with them.” Matthew was so bewildered that he gasped exaggeratedly. He looked at both Travis and Hailey as if he were looking at monsters. In fact, Travis asked Hailey to go pick up gifts for the guests who went to a matchmaking session with him. He could bring up the matter in a way that seemed natural. Could it be that he didn’t care at all?

he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection, "your gift is not something that can be wrapped and placed under a tree or kept somewhere in my office. It is something far more precious and meaningful." Mitchell looked up at Mr Robert, her eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and confusion. Mr Robert took a step back, still holding Mitchell's hand. "Mitchell, the gift I have for you is not a material possession," he explained. "It is a promise, a commitment, and a love that extends beyond the boundaries of a simple present."

Marrying such an unreasonable woman would only throw the entire household into chaos. "Call the marriage off. I have no objection. But the porcelain bowl was our family's betrothal gift to yours. Now that your best friend deliberately smashed it, you must compensate me." "Are you insane?" Zoey immediately shrieked, "Lauren, he's obviously taking advantage of you! How much could that pile of broken junk even be worth?!" The surrounding bystanders burst into mocking laughter. "This delivery guy must be starving for money! How dare he try to extort Miss Hayes?"

"I mean it. If I had sent I would have called to make sure you got it,' he's serious. He was the only one minus Jade who knew where I was, or so I thought. I open the box. It is filled with random things. There's a masculine watch, a ring and a necklace that I recognize immediately. I had picked out that necklace. It was a gift from Vincent to Lily. I move back and fall back to the couch. He found me. How did he find me? I travelled across the country but he still found me. The watch and the ring must be Xavier's and Johan's. Unless he's killed again. Worse still what if he didn't send them? What if he brought them here himself? That would mean he was inside the cabin. He might still be here

"What's truly a shame is that such a wonderful man ended up with such a terrible wife. If you ask me, Edwin belongs with Esme. They're the perfect match." Esme blushed, nudging Mom shyly before sneaking a glance at Edwin. He lowered his head and sipped his wine. He neither refuted nor agreed. But his answer came during the gift exchange. He presented Esme with a ruby necklace. It wasn't just any necklace. It was his late mother's heirloom. He had told me about it, promising that he would personally place it around my neck on our fifth wedding anniversary. Now, he was placing it around Esme's neck. I watched without a trace of emotion, my heart completely hollow.

The Doris in the photograph wore the same gentle smile, probably calling me an idiot. As I turned away, my hand brushed against an old wooden box on the table. Inside was something Stella had arranged to send me before her death, paying a guard a small fortune to get it delivered. It was a pair of bloodstained, gold-rimmed glasses and a note written in bold, flowing handwriting. [Mark, may you live forever in this rotten world.] I pulled out a lighter and set the paper on fire. I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me.

“Maisie, she put so much thought into that gift! How heartless can you be to ignore her like that?” “I seriously misjudged you. In that case, we won’t give you any gifts either.” Left with no choice, I said I appreciated both the gift and her intentions, but I was already wearing a necklace. Zoe’s eyes reddened. “The one I'm giving you is more expensive than that. Doesn’t it deserve a place around your neck?” Just then, Miles Gray's rough voice came from downstairs. “Maisie! C-Come down!” It was my brother.

“You! Certainly.” “Doesn’t that make me the matchmaker?” Josh thought about it and answered, “Yes.” “I’m giving you my bank details so you can send me a little token of appreciation for pairing you two together. Come on, I’m not going to give you money as a wedding gift, I have better things in mind than something as impersonal as that. However, I will admit that I am a shallow man and would like some money as a way of thank-you for my role as a matchmaker..”

So I take a step back and try to change the subject. “Anyway, this matchmaking thing is kind of weird, isn’t it?” I say with a laugh. “I mean, who knows what kind of person they will match me with? Some kind of stalker or psychopath, probably.” Jace nods in agreement and follows me as I enter the room where the matchmaker lady is waiting for me. She looks up from her table with a smile.

You can't get the betrothal dropped and still hoard his gifts like some petty thief. I stared her down. Perfect match for Samzor. "It's not like I refused to return anything. Gifts aren't loans. I gave just as much back. So who's calling it theft?" Her smile wobbled, then snapped back like elastic. "Oh, you CLAIM you gave just as much back? Cool. Show the proof." I swallowed the urge to gag. Not worth it. Gifts between promised wolves aren't receipts—they're private. Sacred. Who the hell keeps score like a bargain-bin trader?