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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 · Fantasia
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256 Chs

Just us ( R18)

She laughed again, the sound a bright bell of joy. "Come on, we need more wine." 

I followed her to the cupboard, and she retrieved a bottle, but instead of opening it, she looked around the room. The servants had left for the night, and the castle was still. 

"Everyone's asleep," she whispered conspiratorially. 

I raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" 

Ciara leaned close, her hair brushing my cheek, her lips nearly touching mine. "No one to interrupt," she murmured. 

My pulse quickened, and I caught her hand, pulling her with me as I stood. Together, we walked to her room, her laughter echoing down the halls. 

As soon as we were through the door, she turned, capturing my lips with her own. 

Her kiss was slow and deliberate, as if she'd been waiting all day to taste me. My arms wrapped around her, holding her close as her hands mapped my body.