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

If Nakir did not back down she would kill him. She would make sure that he would not be able to walk out of this battle alive.

"You do not want to fight me, Na'ir," She said through gritted teeth.

"I never wanted to fight you, Gabby. You are giving me no choice!" Nakir screamed and he launched at her but she blocked his hit with her baldes.

"You always have choices! You are not thinking clearly because you have no fucking heart!" She screamed and pushed him backwards, her wings opened wider and they lifted upward.

"No, heart? Did you forget what I did with this heart of mine?" Nakir spat, "I gave it to my fucking brother so that he could live for you! I have given everything to see you happy and now you tell me you do not harbour any feelings?"

She did not care what he did, that had been his own decision and it had nothing to do with her. How could he hold her accountable for things she had not asked him to do for her?

Realm of Hell: Gadrial and Nakir