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

The man narrowed his eyes at him, Lucian kept a friendly smile on his face."You look like a gangster."

Lucian rolled his eyes internally, yeah maybe he did but what did it matter? He was being honest with this man to say he was visiting a friend but all he wanted to do was get in Christine's apartment and find out where she was working. "I assure you that I am not a gangster, my friend is expecting me."

He wondered if he would be able to fool this man. He wondered how much does this man know about what is going on in his own apartment building. If he watched the people that left and returned?

The man cupped his chin deep in thought, "Who is your friend?"

Lucian opened his lips but paused, Christine was not here today. "Uriel. He lives in apartment 669."

The man's eyes narrowed more, Lucian thought that if he narrowed his eyes anymore he would be stuck like a grumpy old cat for the rest of his life. "I do not believe that this Uriel is home."