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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 · Fantasía
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Side chapter: The perfect food for the wedding

The kitchen was my domain a place of unparalleled creativity, controlled chaos, and, occasionally, fiery temper tantrums. But today, it felt like an adversary, every pot, pan, and spice mocking me as I paced back and forth.

"What do I cook?" I muttered under my breath, glaring at the shelves laden with ingredients from every realm imaginable. My fingers tapped rhythmically against the countertop as I tried to summon inspiration.

Ciara and Aeliana deserved a feast, not just any feast—the perfect feast. Something that would make the gods themselves jealous. Something that would immortalize their wedding in culinary history.

Zephara's voice broke through my thoughts like a hammer smashing glass. "You're talking to yourself again, love."

I turned to find her lounging in the doorway, her white hair cascading like a storm cloud. She was holding an apple, idly munching as if she didn't have a care in the world.