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 glared after Nia who was swinging her hips at him, he let out a low snarl. 'She was taking this too far.' After he had given in a few years ago and they had been having sex regularly, Nia thought she owned hell.

She even thought that she owned him, the joke was on her. No one owned Nakir, he was only doing things to benefit his hell after taking it from the previous king- Lucian's father, Lucifer.

Nakir turned fo face Gadrial who was watching him curiously, her pale blue eyes were looking through his soul and not that he had one anymore.

Nakir held out his hand fo Gadrial, "Gabby... Let us be free." That is what he wanted to say to her but instead, he had said, "Gabby, let me take you on tour."

Gadrial didn't reach for his hand, "A tour? You want to take me on a tour?"

"Yes," Nakir nodded and flicked his fingers upwards, "I have something to show you."

She still didn't reach for his hand, "How did you become the king of hell?"

Palace of Hell