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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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Stay with me

When we reached the entrance, the Duke turned to me, still pale but managing a shaky smile. "Lady Ciara, you have… exceeded our expectations," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "We are in your debt."

"Damn right you are," I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms over my chest. "But let's skip the groveling. What do you want?"

The Duke cleared his throat, looking even more nervous now. "Ah, yes. We would be honored if you and Lady Cassandra would stay as our guests for the night. We have the finest accommodations, and it would be a chance to show our gratitude."

I raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Cassandra. She was looking at me with a mix of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place. Maybe she was waiting for my reaction, or maybe she was hoping for a different outcome. Either way, the thought of staying here another minute, let alone a whole night, made my skin crawl.