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

He had never trusted the Creator's adviser Moloch. Ever since he was created he had seen a shadow following Moloch around and he had never wanted to go near him.

"Nakir?" Uriel asked, "Are you listening to me?"

Nakir turned to Uriel and smiled, he loved his baby brother since he was born from the Creator's hands. "I have been lost in thought. What were you saying?"

"We are supposed to meet up with Michael to discuss the reason up flair against the creator," Uriel said while folding his arms.

Nakir nodded, "Then let us make haste then."

Nakir never wanted to tell Uriel that he didn't like Michael, there was something he couldn't place his wing on that was wrong with him.

They both spread their wings and flew to Michael's manor, they have heard about the stories that there was a coup against the Creator and it had to be investigated.