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 froze. Nakir stood before her with a soft expression with a hint of desperation. How could he ask that of her? She did not love him, she had always thought of him as a friend except for the sexual tention but that was a whole diffrent story.

"I can not do that," she said and the tip of her blades touched the ground.

"Why Gabby?" Nakir asked and took a step towards her.

Why? Could he not see that she had no feelings towards him? Could he not understand that he does not make her heart and soul flutter? He made her wet between the legs but…

"I feel nothing for you, Na'ir. I can not choose you," She replied slowly.

Nakir paused, his face reflected anger along with an emptiness that she could not comprehend. He lifted his blade and his lips drew back in a snarl, "How can you say that? How can you say that you do not harbour any feelings for me?"

Realm of Hell