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

But how could that be? How could her heart just choose for her? She thought back to where she had met Lucian. He had been nice but there was something about him not making her connect with him. The memory cloud caught her attention once more.

*"That is my wish..."Her gaze didn't leave Uriel's. Their hands were still paused above the button of his jeans. Uriel removed his hand from under her chin and stroked her left cheek.

"Are you sure?" He did hope she was sure, he didn't have any experience, not that he wanted to be a saint because he always wanted Gadrial and here she was severed on a silver platter.

Christine's heart was hammering in her chest, his voice was soft, she took her free hand and placed it on his cheek. She was drowning in his eyes that had a fire burning in them. "I am sure." She didn't recognise her voice, it was full of lustful passion.

He was still stroking her left cheek. "Well, if you are sure..."*