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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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Fight against Lise

As soon as dessert was finished and the story-telling laughter died down, Lise turned to me, her brown eyes gleaming with mischief and something far more serious. Her grin widened, showing a sharpness that matched her words. 

"So, Mini-Zephara," she began, casually leaning back in her chair, "you think you're really cut out to carry that title, huh?" 

I stiffened, narrowing my eyes at her. "Mini-Zephara? Really? That's the best you've got?" 

Lise shrugged, her blue hair cascading messily around her shoulders. "What? It fits. You've got her fire, her attitude, and, apparently, her temper. But talk is cheap. I want to see if you're actually worthy of being Leora's granddaughter." 

My jaw tightened, but I couldn't stop the thrill of excitement that ran through me. I knew exactly what she meant. 

"You're challenging me?" 

Leora groaned, setting her fork down with an exaggerated sigh. "Not in my dining room, you're not."