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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.

Marli_Hanekom · แฟนตาซี
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Entrance of Hell

Nakir looked at her expression, she had brought him back from his thoughts to where he had become her keeper and if only she knew what sacrifices he had taken for her.

"I was banished to hell, Gabby." Nakir said with a small smile, "What do you think happened to my wings?"

Gadrial slowly reached out to touch his wings, they didn't feel like feathers even though they looked like feathers, "Hell has changed you or wings?" she asked still trailing her fingers across his wings slowly.

Nakir shivered at her touch, his wings hadn't forgotten. They hadn't forgotten her touch, he enjoyed her touch but would never tell her that. She had to help him heal once when he was at the end of the Creators wrath.

"Hell has changed all of me," his breath was ragged and if she continued touching his wings like that he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Gadrial stopped touching his wings, "How did it change you?" she asked with her voice filled with curiosity.