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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 had closed her eyes as Uriel had instructed her, she felt happy that she pushed him to open the memory.

She was curious about what Gadrial had said that it would be one of her happiest and she couldn't even remember the last time she was happy.

Uriel's words had soother breathing into rhythmically breathing, her mind had shit down but his words had echoed. Her memory will unlock, she was once again standing on the beach in her mind's eye.

She looked up at the sky, the memories were still swirling and the thunder was roaring.

"I have noticed that you convinced, Uriel."

Christine turned around, Gadrial was standing with her arms crossed staring at the clouded memory. "How did you-"

Gadrial let out a chuckle, "The clouds around your memory," She pointed at the cloud, "The colour is changing."