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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

What the hell are you doing to me, Ciara

I hurried down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest as I made my way out of Ciara's room. The air felt charged, like the moment just before a storm, and I could still feel the lingering warmth of her presence on my skin.

I had barely made it out of there in one piece, and I was torn between exhilaration and the persistent nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me to keep my cool.

"Get it together, Aeliana," I muttered to myself, fumbling with my keys as I approached my car. The cool night air did little to calm the heat rushing through my veins.

I was trying really trying not to let my thoughts spiral into dangerous territory, but the memory of Ciara's intense gaze, the way her lips had hovered just inches from mine, made it nearly impossible. It didn't help that she'd been so damn direct. Who the hell says something like that so casually?