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The heartbreaker perfect match

Ciara Cromwell, 28 , the alluring and rebellious daughter of the Demon Queens, is known for her striking beauty, characterized by her stark white hair, piercing red eyes, and the black horns adorning her forehead. With a reputation as a heartbreaker, Ciara revels in fleeting romances and one-night stands, scoffing at the notion of true love. Contrasting her tumultuous life is Aeliana Whitfield, a diligent and kind-hearted human girl determined to make a difference. At 26, Aeliana works tirelessly as an assistant to Leora, Ciara's wise and powerful grandmother. Aeliana’s inner beauty matches her outer appearance, Black hair green eyes a beatiful face and body though she often hides her stunning looks beneath modest attire. Unlike the many who fall for Ciara's charm, Aeliana despises her and would rather face any peril than succumb to her advances. When Leora, seeing the potential for something greater, decides to use the Perfect Match system to pair Ciara with her true love, the results shock everyone: Ciara and Aeliana are the perfect match of each other. Bound by fate and the whims of a powerful enchantment, the two women must navigate their animosity and discover whether love can truly bloom between a demoness who scorns it and a human who yearns for it.

K_Mopo · Fantasy
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255 Chs

Cheater

As I and Aeliana made our way through the labyrinthine halls of Leora Castle, the tantalizing prospect of the demon soldiers' sword training filled the air with a palpable energy.

Their infamous training sessions were legendary, both an exhibition of strength and a demonstration of finesse.

I'd been tasked to survey them a duty that came as a surprise while also making Sense of the growing camaraderie between Aeliana and me.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" Aeliana asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement as we approached the training ground. "I mean, you might have a sword in your hand, but the soldiers are practically born with them!"

"Who said I was worried? I can hold my own," I joked, trying to mask the flutter of nerves that crept into my stomach.

"Fantastic! Then let's make this interesting," she said with a grin. "Let's break out our own swords and have a little spar afterward!"