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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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Palace of Hell

Nakir blinked his eyes once, a tear was trailing down his right cheek but the memory had continued.

*He made quick work of the bondage that kept Gadrial on the slab. 'Why wasn't she making any sounds?'

He was getting worried, his heart had been thundering in his chest since he dropped the whip. He couldn't believe that the Creator had called this as her punishment.

"Is this what freedom feels like?" Her words he had taken to heart and it will remain with him; always.

"Gabby?" He said her name softly, but she didn't give him any indication that she had heard.

His hands reached for her and he picked her up from the slab and turned her around slowly, a small groan of discomfort escaped her lips.

'She is alive!' He was happy to hear her voice, he then turned her around and cradled her body to his.