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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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This week hasn't been easy for you

After Ciara saw me naked, I wanted to bury myself alive. What the hell just happened? My heart was pounding as I stepped into the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away the embarrassment. How could I have been so careless?

But more importantly, why did her gaze linger on me like that? It made my skin tingle in a way I wasn't ready to acknowledge.

I took my time in the shower, trying to regain my composure. When I finally got out, Ciara was gone. Thank the heavens for small mercies. I dressed quickly, choosing a conservative outfit that made me feel like I had armor on. I couldn't afford to think about her—about us—right now. I had work to do.

The journey to Leora's castle was uneventful, but my mind was anything but. Flashes of Ciara's smirk, the way she'd looked at me—like she wanted to devour me—kept intruding on my thoughts. By the time I arrived, I was already exhausted.