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

Gabriel drew his blade closer and he grabbed the hilt tighter. He moved himself into a defence position. How was it possible that she could say such things? In what way was she not responsible for the things that happened?

"You are responsible for many things." He replied and took a step forward.

Gadrial raised her sword and she took a step towards him. "I agree that I am. However, I am not responsible for some of the things you are accusing me off. You say everything is my fault but what about you Gabriel? What makes you the saint?"

Gabriel stepped with his right foot to the right creating a circle motion and Gadrial followed his indication of where he was stepping. Her eyes narrowed on him and she lowered her blade slightly.

"No answer from the Great Saint Gabriel?" she sneered and jabbed her sword towards him.

Winning the War in Hell