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

Eve smiled lightly at her. "Do not threaten me my dear, I am much older than you."

She might be older, Gadrial knew but she was the Angel of War and she didn't make threats lightly.

"See it as a friendly warning," Gadrial replied with a hint of a smirk.

"A warning? I think not, I might not be an angelic being but like I have stated… I am much older," Eve replied in a dangerous tone.

Gadrial grinned, so this Eve loved to play some games. To see who was the stronger female, she would soon learn that she was the latter and not the one on top.

"Let us stop playing games," Gadrial began, "And get to what you have to tell me."

"Alright, I will tell you then," Eve said with a small nod.

There wasn't any place to sit down, so they would have to stand and talk, Gadrial had folded her arms and waited for Eve to begin with her tale.

Eve took a deep breath in, "I am unsure where I should start but tell me… What are your thoughts on Nakir?"

Palace of Hell: Labyrinth