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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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You missed me

As soon as the words "Stay with me" left my lips, I felt a rush of heat crawl up my neck. It was impulsive, unguarded, and completely unlike me. But the words had escaped before I could stop them, a plea born from a longing I hadn't fully acknowledged until this moment.

Ciara's eyes flickered with something,surprise, maybe, or was it amusement? Either way, her lips curled into that familiar smirk, the one that made my heart skip a beat and my stomach twist into nervous knots. 

"You missed me, didn't you?" she teased, her voice low and husky, like she was savoring every syllable.

I rolled my eyes, trying to muster up some semblance of my usual composure. "Don't flatter yourself," I retorted, but the slight quiver in my voice betrayed me.

Ciara's smirk widened, and she stepped closer, closing the distance between us. The air in the room seemed to grow thicker, charged with an energy that was both thrilling and terrifying.