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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 · แฟนตาซี
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256 Chs

You’re hurt

The air was thick with tension, the remnants of demonic energy crackling around me like static. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, my senses sharpened by the adrenaline that pulsed through my veins. The forest around me was eerily silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind.

My boots crunched softly on the ground as I moved, careful to avoid making any noise that might alert whatever was lurking in the shadows.

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but I forced myself to focus. Aeliana and Nathaniel were out here somewhere, and I wasn't going to stop until I found them. I could still smell the lingering scent of Aeliana's blood, faint but unmistakable, and it made my heart clench in a way that I hated to admit.

I was furious—furious that she'd been hurt, furious that I hadn't been there to stop it, and furious at myself for caring so damn much.