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.

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Forsaken : The Angel wars

Her heart was breaking, she clutched the memory cloud tighter. She had shunned Uriel for what he was but... Tears started falling from her eyes, "I am so sorry, Uriel."

She knew that the words came too late but now she understood why he had tried to erase this memory because she was afraid of who he was.

But how did Uriel expect her to understand at that moment what he was? She was afraid and now with the memory restored her feelings came crashing down on her.

What she felt in that moment was fear, fear of a being with wings that stood before her and that she had made love to a thing she couldn't grasp.

The memory cloud vibrated in her hands, Chrsitine pushed it away from her slightly and a hand came out of it. She let out a gasp and let go of it, Gadrial forced her way out of the cloud. "That is something, I never want to do again."