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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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Play with me

I woke up to the sound of soft rustling, the faint golden light of morning spilling into the room. Ciara, with her fiery hair mussed from sleep, was sprawled halfway across me, her arm thrown lazily over my stomach.

Her peaceful expression made me smile. For someone who was a force of chaos when awake, she looked almost angelic in sleep—almost.

I shifted slightly, trying to untangle myself without waking her, but as I moved, her arm tightened around me.

"You're not going anywhere," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.

I laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Good morning to you too."

She cracked one eye open, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Morning," she replied, pulling me closer. "You can't escape me. Not now, not ever."

"You say that like I'm trying to escape," I teased, pressing a kiss to her forehead.