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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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Palace of hell

Nakir sat in a chair not far from the bed and his gaze was fixed on Gadrial. Her brow was furrowing and the sweat was dripping from her forehead but he did not stand up.

The covers that were folded tightly around her was there to break her fever but he could see that she was in anguish.

Gadrial was once again in front of the rose garden in her mind, she was on her knees in front of the rose bush that held the one white rose of a memory that she had viewed.

She hadn't reached out for another one yet as she was contemplating on what is wrong with her body.

She could feel that her body was tossing, "What is wrong with me?" She spoke out loud to the garden but no one answered her.

She sucked in a small sigh and stared at the rose bush, her hand slowly reached for another rose.

She picked it and another memory started to play before her eyes.