Matchmaker 2 の小説・ストーリー

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.

》》Jason Dutton《《 I moved my rook three blocks to the right, finalising my victory. "Check mate." My opponent knocked over his king in disappointment and gave me a handshake. The disapproval was written all over his face as he got up and left but he knew there was no point in disapproving, my victory was final. There was no way he could change it. It wasn't his fault I was so good at winning. This is fun. "We have our finalists! Jason Dutton and Adrian Markham! The final shall commence straight after the 20 minute break."

“If they wanted to I doubt your pretty ass would be here” “Geez, thanks Ivy, that was really encouraging,” I said with sarcasm laced in my tone. “But there is one rule they can't change,” Ivy said. “And that is…..” “The matchmaking system. It has been here for years, and I think you being matched to them is actually a blessing in disguise” “Is that what they call ‘death sentence’ now?” I asked and Ivy laughed. “You are basically matched with two of the most powerful alphas, and doing anything to harm you is going against the matchmaking system, so they have no other option than to accept it, which means you are safe” Ivy explained more.

“She literally promised she could find someone for me with ‘a soul as old as yours.’ Whatever that means. But I’ve yet to see a man in her orbit who looks average. It’s suspicious.” “You need to do this,” Mara said, pointing at her as if giving a royal decree. “I need to know what shifter matchmaking includes. You need a date. I need entertainment. It’s perfect.” “Better this than my mother signing me up for a soulmate website again,” Lena muttered. Mara groaned. “Don’t remind me.” Lena’s face twisted. “My ‘perfect match’ was a man with seven kids, three ex-wives, and a part-time job cleaning bowling shoes.”

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?”

“Well, shall we take a look? I’ve only got two nights here to get my leg over, so we might as well get going.” She laughs. “Yeah, come on, then. Now, remember, swipe left for no. Right for yes.” “How many times can I do that?” “I think it’s unlimited. When you’ve both swiped right on each other, you’ll get a match. Then you’ll be able to chat, if you want.” My stomach flutters with butterflies. “How long do you think it’ll be before I get a match? Maybe I should have done this at home before I came here.” I felt too guilty asking June to look after Mum for more than two nights as her free time is so limited.

Surprised but touched I agreed and he told me he would be up momentarily. Starting up the stairs I paused and called out for him. “Jaxon, how do I make it so I'm not matched with another?” Grinning slightly he explained, “Log in to your student account and scroll through the menu to options. There's a mate section listed. Use your welcome pamphlet. It explains how to opt out of further matches. Confused, I eyed him strangely. “You did it when we first matched?” Eyeing me warily he nodded and admitted that he was having a hard time with Aiden and didn't want another guy added.

"Mr. Matchmaker, tell me about the type of girl you'd consider dating," I say as I sigh and shut down my laptop, figuring we can continue our conversation here at home. "Who knows? Maybe someone fun. I just don't have the time to go out with anyone," he replies, highlighting how his busy schedule revolves around training and traveling for games. "Given my hectic life, I think she'd need to be easygoing and laid-back. I'm easy to get along with and talk to."

Crista smiled and stepped closer. Katrina nodded, reaching up to touch my face. Why can’t I feel that? I don’t even smell her. I should be able to smell her. This has to be a trick. That damn witch is messing with me. That fucking bitch, I’m tired of her games. “He has a bit more color than yesterday. It’s slow, but he’s coming back. Alexander, Zio Damon, and André swear that the mate bond can bring someone back. And that it can be done even if the pair aren’t marked and fully mated.” Katrina sighed. This was surreal to hear and see Katrina but only through the mirror. I still don’t believe what I’m seeing.

she says looking at me in the mirror that we were standing in front of us, but I shake my head. "I don't care, it was a gift from my mate so it's staying whether it matches the dress or not," I say, she just sighs and moves to get me shoes as she does, in the mirror I see Ryan leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed smiling. "Here white heels, at least one thing you'll be wearing will match," she says handing me the heels before she walks out the room annoyed. I put the heels on as Ryan walks towards me still smiling.