Marli_Hanekom

Christine didn't know why her dreams were filled with angels.

Little did she know she was a reincarnation of the Angel of War.

Lucian who damned himself to follow his lover to earth was left broken to see her die over and over again.

Uriel who always hid his feelings in the shadows will not back down.

Who will win her love in the end?

This is a slow burn romance.

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Lucian took a step forward, Christine took a step back, her back hit the door. Lucian placed his hands on either side of her head pinning her in, his face came closer, she could feel his breath. "What does your gut tell you, Miss Parkins?"

Christine couldn't think, she was already undressing him. She averted her gaze, he removed this right hand, placing his fingers under her chin. He forced her face gently so that she was looking into his eyes.

"Do not look away from me, tell me what does your gut say?"

Christine gulped. "M... My gut says you are hiding behind a barrier, you are not dangerous to me."

Lucian smiled at her, he moved his face an inch closer, their noses almost touching. "I am a very dangerous man, Miss Parkins. Your gut is wrong."

Christine's head was spinning, then why did he ask me what my gut says if he will only brush it off? Before she could muster a retort her cooking alarm went off.

"That would be lunch."

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Warning: This story does contain smut, R-18. Please proceed with caution.

*Disclaimer: The cover does not belong to me and all credit goes to the artist.

Forsaken : The Angel wars

She was staring as Michael stopped before her, he looked her up and down. "I see you got rid of your shoes."

She nodded, her feet hurt and she wasn't looking forward to having blisters on her feet. She didn't want to tell him that she was feeling queasy. "Yes, it seems that I am not used to wearing heels."

He indicated to his office, "You won't be able to walk barefoot. Let us continue with our conversation and then you should go home."

Christine didn't let her disappointment show on her face. It was only her first day and she was already getting on his bad side. "I can still work, I will find some shoes."

Michael shook his head and walked to his office, Christine could hear Ismelda snicker behind her back. "You do not look well. I need my employees fresh," He glanced back at her, "And you Miss Parkins, look like the dead."