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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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You have a mission

I woke up to the warmth of Aeliana's body pressed against mine, her soft breath fanning my neck as she slept. The room was dim, the morning light barely filtering through the heavy curtains. I knew I should get up, had a damn mission waiting, but hell if I cared right now. I wanted to stay like this, just a little longer, soaking in the feel of her against me. 

I tightened my arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and she stirred, her lashes fluttering as she slowly woke up. 

"Ciara," she mumbled, her voice husky from sleep. "You need to get up."

I groaned, burying my face in her hair. "Fuck that," I muttered. "I'm not going anywhere."

She chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "You have a mission," she reminded me, her hand gently pushing against my chest in a half-hearted attempt to make me move.

"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled, refusing to let her go. "Mission can wait."