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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 · Fantasie
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Herbs?

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the morning's events in my mind. That had been the sweetest sleep I'd had in a long time. Aeliana's presence had been unexpectedly soothing, her warmth and the steady rhythm of her breath creating a cocoon of peace around me. It was so relaxing that I didn't even want to wake up. 

What the hell am I thinking? I can't let myself get distracted by this. It's just a temporary arrangement, a stupid little game.

I'm not supposed to be feeling this way. It's just physical attraction, nothing more. I've been with countless people; I know how to keep my emotions in check. Aeliana's no different. She's just another challenge, another notch on my bedpost. Or is she? 

No, damn it. I need to get my head straight. I need to focus on something else, anything else. Maybe a mission will help clear my mind. I just need to stop thinking about her.