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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

Searching for the perfect suit

Two weeks later...

 When it came to something as monumental as my wedding, I couldn't leave any detail to chance least of all what I'd be wearing. Sure, I'd been called a lot of things in my life rebellious, impulsive, even a troublemaker but sloppy wasn't one of them.

And if I was going to marry Aeliana, the most beautiful, radiant woman in existence, I needed a suit that matched her elegance. 

Which is why, with more than a little reluctance, I had enlisted Zephara's help. 

"Alright, Mini-Me," Zephara announced, crossing her arms as we stood in front of a high-end demon tailor's shop.

Her white hair gleamed under the glow of the enchanted streetlights, and her crimson eyes sparkled with mischief. "Let's find you something that won't embarrass me at the wedding." 

I rolled my eyes, adjusting the lapels of my coat. "You mean something that won't embarrass me. You're not the one getting married."