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 didn't know why he kissed Gadrial. It had been the spur of the moment, the moment when he had calmed her anger and the moment which he gave into lust for his chance to kiss her lips.

They had drawn him in, her sweet seductive lips and the way that she had handled herself right know in the battle... It made him want her more but what he did not count on was the fact that she had put her arms around his neck and welcomed his embrace had sent shivers down his spine and his manhood kicked into high gear.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue danced the tango with hers and he drew her even closer to his, " Gabby..." He said her name in between the kisses, her arms tightened around his neck.

His right hand was still behind her neck and he forced them to their knees on the destruction that she had left behind, he didn't stop the tango of their tongues and he increased the velocity of his tongue on hers.

Palace Of Hell