Matchmaker 2 Novels & Stories

Amelia replied to Rosalie as she dusted off imaginary lint from her shoulder, "There's no need to thank me, I want the best for my daughter." She gave a sly smile, "But if you could bring a man back..., that would be great. I do not doubt that certain wolves will be drawn to you the moment they lay eyes on you." Rosalie shook her head in disbelief. Her mother had resumed her role as the matchmaker for her.

Her cards were wrong! "So when are you getting married?" "Need to find a boyfriend first!" "I did a reading - your future partner is closer than you think." She beckoned me closer. I leaned in as she whispered, "Brian and Zac are both great catches. Consider them?" "Who do you prefer?" "Why choose? I'd take both! In my dreams, anyway." She grinned. "Brian's more gentlemanly though." "Want me to play matchmaker?" She shook her head vigorously. "I'm trying to matchmake for you!"

“Ah, such passion! What a beautiful couple you make.” My face burned, and I raised my hand, shaking my head vehemently. “No, no! We’re not a couple.” Damon stood silent beside me, his expression unreadable as he rubbed the back of his neck. The vendor tilted her head, unconvinced. “Not a couple? Well, my dear, perhaps it’s fate then. There’s clearly an attraction between you two, stronger than you realize.” I could feel the heat rising in my chest. “It’s not like that!”

But I don’t think I can continue to consider that as luck. Found—17 possible matches. Seventeen? Last time, it was seven. Apparently, everyone wants a serious relationship nowadays. I bet they’ll reconsider love if they had their ex-wife steal crucial information on their company and give it to a rival company, then stab them in the back by telling them no one will ever love them because they have too many emotional baggages. Either way, seventeen is an improvement. I tap on ‘Show Me Matches’, which I’ve already set to Sort by Proximity. As the app reloads, I hear someone call me for what I realized was the fifth time.

the girl said with a light laugh, seemingly quite pleased. "Uh-huh." Tyler nodded, his expression softening further. The word 'matchmaking' confirmed Zyra's suspicions. Tyler had not only moved on from her, but he was also actively seeking someone else. Her eyes dropped to Tyler's hand, and she noticed the ring was gone. He had removed it.

Don’t tell me. “Well that makes my job way easier. I’ve arranged a date for you two later this evening, you can get to know each other more before the time. And Tate, I expect that you’ll take special care of my good friend.” “So this is what this is about? Match-making?” Tate sounds incredulous and I’m right there with him. “Yes.” Nessa says, looking mighty pleased with herself. “I mean, just look at you two, like the sun and the moon. Never seen a more good looking couple.”

she responded with a smile. "You're obsessed with ruling," Manik chuckled. "I am," she responded. "Miral. Can I ask you something?" Manik spoke, after following silence for a minute. "Yeah," she looked at him. "Do you know why our dads introduced us to each other?" He questioned. Miral nodded. "I do. They want us to get to know each other so that we can figure out if we're compatible or not so that they can pitch for our wedding," she confessed. "So? What do you think about this?" He curiously asked.

She wanted to curl into a ball and cry her heart out. "I think I know what this means!" Tash jerked up her tone filled with excitement. "You guys were meant to be. Right from the beginning. I mean its fate that you two must meet here because you got married to the wrong twin, the wrong half. Its like they say, how soulmates are bonded even before their birth but somehow Ronan got mixed up and in order to fix the mismatch that happened with his half, your better half, fate failed your marriage and brought you here. To meet your real half." She said as her voice slowly resonated into Anya's ears which rose her heartbeat. "The Mismatched Half." Emily jeered wild eyed.

Only thing is Matt swings the other way but it'll still, right? “See you tonight, baby girl!” Matt states in enthusiasm ready for a new quest after his breakup with Joshua. “Thanks, you guys!” I reply with appreciation and end the call, getting ready for the pool party. After dinner which Maria, our maid prepared, I slipped into my blue bikini that enhanced my cleavage. Full and round just like my behind as I give once over through the wall mirror in my closet. I throw on my black cover up and retouch my matte lipstick. Had to dress the occasion right…

"You're—you're my mate. But you—you were mated before. To Amber Rose. How—how is this possible?" "Second chance mate," Mom said softly. "They're rare but—but real. The Moon Goddess sometimes gives second chance. When first mate dies. When—when there's unfinished life to live. Marcus, this is—this is real. Maryann is your second chance." "I don't want second chance," I said. Voice harsher than intended. "I want—I want Amber. I want my first mate who—who gave me Lily. Who died too young. Who—who should still be here instead of—instead of me smelling mate bond with someone else."