Matchmaker 2 の小説・ストーリー

Alexa smiled kindly, looking at the lycans in front of her. "This brochure is real, right?" asked one of the lycans. "Oh, of course it's true. I'm going to set up a matchmaking agency that provides many good facilities and also has many benefits. For example, lycan couples are given an exclusive place to spend time together. In addition, the matchmaking agency also provides options for those who don't have a partner yet." Alexa returned to explain. "Sounds interesting. How much is it?" asked the male lycan.

Ranging from running into each others arms before heading off into the sunset together , that was my favorite by the way , to not being mates after all or even worse Bianca being rejected. I'm just hoping this works out for Bianca in a good way , that poor girl has put so much energy and time into finding her mate. She deserves her happiness because she has really put the work into it, but if this fails she is going to be heartbroken. If that's the case then I'm going to talk her into going to the States to look for her mate . My family there would be happy to help her and I know my sister would love the chance to play matchmaker .

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

Peach retorted bluntly, crossing her arms tightly against her chest and then glowering at Madam Jewel. Frowning slightly at her daughter's tone, Miss Grace met her eyes and mumbled, “Peach,” “It’s fine, Grace.” Madam Jewel cut in quickly, taking Peach's hand. "I know you are a woman now, and people can’t be telling you how to handle your life. But… I want you to meet a matchmaker.” “A what?” Peach replied, blinking twice. “Matchmaker.” Madam Jewel repeated, smoothening the back of Peach's hand. “She knows all the eligible bachelors here. She has connections, and she knows the ones from a family with a good reputation, good money, strong body structure, and good personalities.”

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 bowed my head, showing my neck to my dad, and whispered, "Dad, I've made up my mind. I won't regret it." Dad let out a sigh and wrote Lucian's name on the official paper. "In three days, I'll tell all the werewolves that Lucian will be your prince." I nodded and walked out of the royal meeting room. I had not gone far when I saw four tall, good-looking werewolves coming my way. These were the four options I had for a mate. Griffin, my cousin, was one of them. He looked at me, curious, and asked, "Princess Elara, I heard you got to choose one of us to be your mate. Who'd you pick?"

“And then we’re going to find you the hottest, most drama-free dinner partner imaginable.” “No, I'm not giving up on Lucas yet,” I eye her. “Marcella!” She exclaims. “I won't let you run after that arrogant, handsome jerk again. And like I said earlier, we'd find a better dinner partner for you.” I snort despite myself. “Good luck with that.” She grins. “Please. You underestimate my matchmaking abilities.” I let her pull me up. As we walk away, I don’t look back at the gate.

She sat up so fast her hair puffed out like a lioness coming out of a nap. "Wait... What if I don't gotta make him hate me?" Her eyes lit up. "What if I just... hand him over to somebody else?" "Matchmaking! That's it. I ain't gotta do all the work—I just gotta give him a softer option with French tips and a trust fund." A wicked smile spread across her face. "Dominique."

Face impassive, I replied, "Go ahead. After all, someone spent considerable effort making it." I had barely finished speaking when Melissa Barker's eyes reddened. "Marissa, I truly didn't mean for this to happen! I worked overtime till 11 last night to place an order for this banner, so I must have accidentally sent them the wrong thing since it was so late. I'm genuinely sorry!" Before I could say anything, my boyfriend, Liam Yarrow, was already frowning. "Marissa, it's just a name. There's no need to make things difficult for Mel. Just pretend that it's your name on there and stop kicking up a fuss."