Matchmaker 2 Novels & Stories

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Due to Maya’s hurry, she did not realize that she walked to the area where Alexander and Adrianna’s table was. Maya winced when she realized this. ‘Just great!’ She then turned around to greet the others with a sweet smile on her face. “Hi! Yes, I am Maya. I was at your party last time,” Maya said with a smile. She just hoped that blondie did not see her with Alexander earlier, else there was no way Maya could continue being a matchmaker for them. Adrianna smiled. “Are you here to eat too? I am here with Alexander,” She happily said before she whispered, “Thank you for the last time. Come join us if you are not alone.”

“I trust you Oliver 100% and I fully believe in you even if I don’t agree with your choices. With that being said some packs are arriving today one of them being the Riverbend Pack. Like most packs they are bringing their unmated females in hopes they will find their mate. Who knows depending on your decision a second chance maybe waiting though I am doubtful. The Beta from the Riverbend is bringing his daughter. I think you should spend some time with her because you have a lot in common.” Oliver looks at me surprised. He did not expect me to make such a suggestion especially since he knows I hope he won’t go through the rejection. He does not look happy with the idea however gives me some

I point out, attempting to smooth down my hair, which has apparently opted for chaos over civility. Three months of investigating have led us to Platinum Connections. The most exclusive matchmaking service in the city, where wealthy clients pay obscene amounts of money for the promise of true love. With an undivulged side-effect, which has some of them end up dead or financially ruined. "That's kind of the concerning part."

James chuckled, "Alright, no more partying or public benders. You need to make a total change. Show you're taking it seriously. So no revolving door of flings and one-night stands…you need to get a girlfriend. Seemingly settle down." Luca frowned. "So you want me to sober up and you want to set me up? I'm not dating one of Emily's socialite friends. You're right but that last part isn't an option." James cleared his throat nervously, "I'm not offering one of Emily's friends. The friend is a matchmaker, a good one!" Luca gave him a skeptical look. "A matchmaker? What century am I in? I don't need a matchmaker. My problem is actually that I can't stop finding women."

“But I will. As your matchmaker, I suggest that you don’t speak to him until he does. We don’t want him to think this is one of your schemes, do we?” Blair glared at me. “There are some ground rules,” I said. “First, I’m the matchmaker so you do everything I tell you. Not the other way round. Second, you don’t get to decide who Cristo ends up with so I suggest you find other hobbies that don’t involve screwing up the process. The future of my business is on the line.” “Whatever,” she said wearily. “Thank you.” I smiled. “I knew you would cooperate.”

Makenzie looked over, surprised, but smiled and shook her head, "I don't have a boyfriend yet." Cassius's black eyes dimmed down slightly as he had a bad premonition. Mrs. Foley was really happy, "Then how about I play matchmaker with you? The other party is my cousin, a very outstanding and handsome boy. How about inviting him out to meet with you when I'm free?" Makenzie was originally here to accompany Big Bro in his blind date, but suddenly it was her turn. She was at a loss on what to do, blinking her eyes, as she looked at her mother.

Damn him! He grabbed both my arms, causing me to pause in my attempt to hit his sturdy shoulders. There was a smile playing on his lips. "Isabella, perhaps you're not fully informed about this matchmaking?" his smile remained. "What about it? Is there something surprising?" I asked, puzzled. He let go of me and gently wiped my tears away with his thumb. I lowered my gaze to his infuriatingly tender lips. "Matchmaking isn't just about providing luxurious things to other people; it also serves as the first step toward a serious relationship." He tucked my hair behind my ears and looked at my face intently, as if he were memorizing my features. His gaze lowered my lips.

he jokes, “Or maybe you need glasses.” “Oh no my love, my vision is perfect,” I tell him, leaning in for a kiss, “And so are you.” “You are forgetting my love,” he whispers to me, “That they have the perfect mother as well.” “Oh really? The perfect mother? Do I know her,” I joke, “Seems like we must have met at some point.” “You will be, my love,” he tells me, “I know it. Just as you are my perfect soul mate.” “And you mine,” I tell him, “Always.”

“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..”