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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 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
255 Chs

Do you want to do more than that?

As we pulled up in front of my house, I could already tell something was off. Normally, my parents would leave a light on for me, a small habit they hadn't grown out of even as I'd gotten older. But tonight, the entire place was dark.

I shot a glance over at Ciara, who was already watching me with a curious expression, the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Are they out?" she asked, nodding toward the darkened windows.

"I... I guess so?" I mumbled, furrowing my brow. "But they didn't mention anything about going anywhere tonight." 

I walked up to the door, twisting the handle out of habit, but it didn't budge. Locked. That was definitely unusual.

My parents were always predictable, almost to the point of boredom. Still, I supposed there was always a first for everything.