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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
246 Chs

Not so bad, right?

Blood oozed from the shallow cut on my side, a crimson stain spreading slowly across my combat gear. It hurt, sure, but nothing I couldn't handle. Being a demon came with certain perks like a higher pain threshold and faster healing. But I wasn't about to let that show. No, there was an opportunity here, one that I wasn't about to waste.

I glanced at Aeliana, standing a few feet away, her eyes wide with concern. She looked like she was about to rush over any second, her expression a mix of fear and worry that made something warm twist in my chest. It was almost endearing, how much she seemed to care.

But instead of letting her come to me, I decided to play this my way. I let out a low groan, pressing a hand against the wound and staggering a little for effect. "Shit… that bastard got me good," I muttered, knowing full well that Aeliana was hanging on my every word.