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

Nakir lifted his blade in time to deflect Gadrial's oncoming blow. She staggered backwards, Nakir's eyes widened at the desttuction behind her.

His eyes fell on her, she was heaving and if looks could kill... He would be in a coffin buried beneath her death glare.

Gadrial then took a step towards him and lifted her blades before het face in a x-form.

"Are you going to kill me?' Nakir asked and lowered his blade.

He could see the anger that she hid deep down, the power that she unleashed was beautiful to him. If she would be at his side...

He buried that thought, she had never known how to unleash her anger. She had always buried her feelings and he did not blame her for keeping her feelings buried deep.

He remembered when she was an angel-teen, they would sit in the garden of heaven and talk. Just talk but she never shown any emotions and now this being before him was the fruit that the Creator had created.

Palace of Hell