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Forsaken : The Angel wars

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. ------ 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." ---- 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.

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Christine

She let out a groan, her head hurt. She tried to turn her body but she found that she couldn't. Her eyes opened, the room was dark but there was a small illumination coming from the bathroom.

The room looked familiar but she was unsure, only moments ago she was still in the hospital, she blinked slowly. This was her room! But how did she got here?

She tried to sit up but she noticed that she couldn't move her arms to bend her elbows to heave herself upwards. "Wha-"

Her throat was dry and it felt like she was hit by a truck, it did not help that she was still groggy. She moved her wrist and the realisation kicked in, her hands were bound.

'What is going on? Why are my wrists tied?'

She moved her head to the right side, where the bathroom light shined into the room and her eyes widened. 'Rope?'

She tried moving her wrist but the rope went tighter around it, she bit back a frustrated sigh. Her heart rate sped up, what had happened to her?