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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

You just look too good tonight

The candlelight flickered across Aeliana's face as she leaned in to laugh at some ridiculous joke I'd tossed out.

She was radiant, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. For a brief moment, I felt my nerves melt away.

Proposing didn't feel like such a terrifying prospect anymore; she was so damn perfect that being hers felt like the most natural thing in the world.

But then it hit me the reason for the slight haze I'd been ignoring all night. Tonight was a half-moon.

Just my luck. I'd forgotten what that meant for my half-demon blood: a head full of dirty thoughts and a body that just wanted... her. 

Damn. I'd been doing fine all day, but now, across the table from me, every sweet look she threw my way just twisted the knife.

It didn't help that she was dressed so well tonight, practically glowing. I tried to focus on our conversation, laughing at her teasing and her bright stories, but every time I looked at her, my mind slipped.