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

Gadrial was pushing Nakir back, back to the rosebushes that had not felt the fury of her fire. Her eyes were lit with the flames at her right blade, "You wish to consume my anger?" She asked him in a light tone.

Nakir was battling against the strength that she was using to push him back, he who was her mentor in heaven was failing against her.

When they had practised, she couldn't even hold her ground against him, "Yes, Gabby... I want to consume your anger and help you..."

"Why do you think I need help?" she asked through gritted teeth.

Nakir felt his feet slowly slipping backwards if he didn't help her to consume her anger... there would be nothing left of Hell's bloody garden.

She might even bring hell to its knees, "You need a way to express your emotions... Your anger is exploding because you have kept it all in..."

Palace of Hell