The Matchmakers Gift Novels & Stories

They’re already asking when our mating ceremony will be, but Brady quickly dismisses them, stating that I can make that choice whenever I want. Our friends and family sit nearby for dinner before the omegas begin bringing my gifts. I unwrap each one, thanking the giver each time to show my gratitude. The final gift is a beautiful box with a silk ribbon. “That’s from me.” Brady smiles. I open the box to the most beautiful matching set. Opals and diamonds glitter inside, masterfully placed in a gorgeous design.

"I'm Gwendolyn Falsimmo, and my gift is a pair of pearls. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." "I'm Sinistra Clancy, from Silverton's Ivy Commerce. My gift is a McLaren. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." "I'm Mirabel Constance, and my gift is an ancient recipe. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." … The gifts quickly turned into a sizable pile.

"Let Lilith lead the first dance. Tonight's hers." When gifts rolled out, Caden dropped a bomb—an entire rose garden. Not just any patch of flowers. The biggest in Moonhowl Pack. The one that made the Fellhart name golden. After that, everyone looked at Lilith like she wasn't some random she-wolf anymore. Caden didn't see her as just a guest—or even just a sister. I didn't say a word. Just handed her the box. "Happy birthday." Inside was a thin, high-end bracelet I'd fought for at auction. Pricey, polished—nothing wild, but safe.

“Or a personalized set—his and hers. Matching travel cases. Engraved glassware. Something paired, rather than singular.” I glanced at a set of crystal flutes, identical except for the subtle detailing at the base. “That feels more right.” “We also carry bespoke pieces,” she added. “Commissioned artwork. A framed map marking where they met, where they married.” I paused at that, the idea lingering longer than the others. “Now that sounds like a wedding gift.” The associate’s smile widened. “I thought you might like that.” I nodded slowly. “I’ll think about it. I want it to feel… intentional.”

The servant informed me that it was a gift from the Prince, and that he had sent one for each of the competitors. I thanked the servant and eagerly opened the gift. Inside, I found a beautiful silk scarf in shades of purple and green, which matched the colors of the competition. It was intricately embroidered with delicate patterns and had fringed edges. I was amazed by the quality and beauty of the gift, and I felt grateful to the Prince for his generosity.

“You're more than just a lion. You’re the king. Unfortunately, being king also means you're hardheaded and not willing to compromise, but you will for Gerri. She's coming, and you're going to need to make sure she helps you.” He did need the matchmaker’s help. Fuck! A relative of his mother’s best friend, Geraldine had a gift. She could sense in ways no one else could who would be the right match for shifters. When they met, it was usually a done deal. Her last trip to Aurora had gotten at least fifty couples mated, and all it had taken was the fall festival to get them all together. That had been the time she offered to help him find a queen. He’d laughed at her and said finding the right w

"A woman as stunning as you deserves something just as beautiful. Let me find you the perfect piece." Adrian went still beside her. Amelia felt his body go rigid beside her. She bit back a laugh. Oh, this was going to be good. She fought the smirk threatening to form. "Oh? That’s kind of you." The man winked. "Not kindness. Just the truth." Adrian exhaled slowly through his nose. Amelia could feel it. The shift in the air. She could practically hear the growl forming in Adrian’s chest. The vendor continued his suicide mission. "You must let me give you a gift," he said, reaching for a silver bracelet. He reached for her wrist, slipping a delicate silver bracelet over her skin. "See? Perfect

Femi cannot think that I like his girl, the tense relationship we already had between our parents is putting so much on our family that we cannot afford to be quarreling too. “Wacko?” I tilted my head at my best friend who rolled her eyes at me. “Of everything I said, trust your brain to pick that one out.” “So that’s the reason why you are trying you hand at matchmaking?” I asked as Tomi shrugged. “It seems to be enough reason for me.” Tomi said as I sighed. “You suck at it.” I tell her as she throws her chips at me. “Food fight?” I asked her. “NO, you child.” She admonished with a giggle. “Since I suck at it, why don’t you give it a try?”

"You'll find out when we get there. Go get ready and make yourself look good." Frowning, Marcus voiced his concern, "You're not planning to take me to a matchmaking event, are you? I'm not interested." Yaslyn reassured, "No, relax. It's not a matchmaking event." 'I'm the one arranging a match for you,' she thought to herself. After receiving such a generous gift from Xoan the previous night, Marcus was willing to go along, although he found the situation a bit odd. Taking Yaslyn's advice, Marcus freshened up. He put on casual gray attire and a dash of cologne, enhancing his already charismatic appearance. Pleased with her handiwork, Yaslyn and Xoan took Marcus to the Stewart family home.

the matchmaker asked Quintin, and he extended his one arm to borrow the cellular phone Quintin was holding. Quintin handed it to him without a second thought. "Hi, Doctor Lilian! My name is Felicity. I'm unsure if you've heard my name, but if you haven't, I'm the matchmaker helping Quintin. Elyana is my best friend, and I know her parents very well as they know me. We were all just worried about her. Her parents keep calling my mom and asking her for help. They live far away, and Elyana doesn't want them both to come home. We have no intention of using the information we would be getting from you in a bad way. We're just people who care about her so much, and we want to understand exactly wh