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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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256 Chs

How about a duel?

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, and I was already pissed off before my eyes even fully opened. My mind, still foggy from sleep, immediately snapped back to last night back to the moment Nathaniel's voice shattered what could've been a perfect fucking moment.

I clenched my jaw, feeling the irritation bubbling up as I tossed off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Nathaniel was the last person I wanted to see, let alone hear. Bastard didn't just ruin the moment; he ruined my whole damn night.

With a low growl of frustration, I pushed myself off the bed and headed to the bathroom. I needed to cool down, and a cold shower would do just that.

The moment the water hit my skin, I let out a deep breath, the coolness grounding me, but not enough to wash away the image of Aeliana that had been seared into my brain.