Everyone thinks they know Maya Sokolov. The spoiled twin. The pretentious one. The mean girl. There are two versions of Maya Sokolov. The one the world sees; beautiful, cruel, untouchable. And the one buried underneath; guilt-ridden, silent, and slowly falling apart. What they don't know is that guilt can rot a person from the inside out. That silence can be taught. No one notices the difference. No one cares to. Except Vaughn Morozov. He doesn't care about rumours. He was raised to control everything. His emotions, his choices, his future. But Maya Sokolov doesn't fit into his systems. The way she smiles like it's armour. The way she provokes like she wants to be hated. The way she looks like she's already lost everything. She's loud where he is silent. Reckless where he is precise. Untouchable, yet constantly falling apart beneath the surface. People like Maya don't break like that for no reason. He wasn't supposed to look twice. But once he does, he can't stop. And when control is all you've ever known, obsession becomes the most dangerous thing of all.

🎐◜﹒── ⌗﹑𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆﹑💋﹗˖° ﹢💿﹒ ✦ forbidden love ,, legacy of gods. ⊹﹒ ꒱ 🚬 ★ GOD OF PRIDE ⸝⸝ thxnderous!

"We are all searching for people whose demons play well with ours." I'm finally ready to live my life. After seventeen years under the suffocating protection of my father and brothers, and a reality check later, I'm ready to taste freedom for the first time. The plan was simple: two uninterrupted months on Bridgette Island - just me and the world - and then I'd leave. But Vaughn Morozov was never part of the plan. Gorgeous. Deadly. Manipulative. A psychopath. He's everything I should run from if I want to keep my freedom intact. So why am I so dangerously drawn to him?

Banter. Chaos. Fluff. Sappy. Unhinged. Oneshots of Brandon King x Nikolai Sokolov Also, includes the chaos goblins of LOG. [All characters legally belong to Rina Kent. But the oneshot ideas are mine. Don't plagiarise.] Enjoy the fan fiction!

As we all love JerLan so much! So dedicated to bring as much as possible!

"Matryoshka" A doll that learns to love the hands that crack its porcelain and the hands that mend it. ________________________________________ Jeremy had me pinned against the shattered remains of an antique mirror, glass teeth biting into his palms as he struggled to keep his breathing even. "Adorable" Jeremy cooed, pressing the cold barrel of a gun beneath my chin. "You're shaking." A razor-blade smile. "With rage." Lie. My stomach coiled tight as Jeremy's free hand slid under my shirt counting my ribs like a butcher pricing cuts. "Liar." The safety clicked off. "Your pulse is begging me to stop." I forced a laugh, even as my vision blurred at the edges. "Then you're bad at listening." The gun fired into the ceiling and I flinched, shame burning hotter than the gunpowder scent between them. Jeremy licked the tear from my cheek. "There it is." {Jeremy x Landon}

𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐎𝐕 & 𝐕𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐎𝐕 "𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬... 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲... 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞..." He was never supposed to want her. Now he'll destroy anyone who tries to take her. Vaughn Morozov is untouchable-ruthless, feared, and utterly without mercy. As the heir to the Bratva, he was raised to take, to own, to break. And from the moment he laid eyes on Annika Volkov, she became his. She just doesn't know it yet. Annika should hate him. Fear him. Run from the obsession that coils around her throat like a noose. But Vaughn doesn't believe in should. He believes in possession. In control. In making sure she knows that no matter how hard she fights, she will always belong to him. And if she dares to leave? He'll burn the whole world down to bring her back. Because love isn't sweet. Not with a man like him. It's dark. Twisted. Poisonous. And she wouldn't want it any other way.

The first time I saw her. Immediately, I knew she was going to be mine. I have no doubt about that truth. I cannot forget the day I met her. She was walking around NY street, enjoying herself. She was like sunshine with her golden-shinning hair. Oh god, her fucking smile. When she smiled, something stopped in my heart for a second. She made a beast, a monster became obsessed about her. Now, I want her to be mine. My fucking wife. I won't stop until Alicia King is fully mine.

THIS IS A FANFICTION WRITTEN AS CLOSELY AS POSSIBLE IN RINA KENT'S STYLE, WITH THE SOLE PURPOSE OF MAKING THE READING EXPERIENCE MORE REALISTIC AND ENJOYABLE. I AM NOT RINA KENT, NOR AM I PRETENDING TO BE HER. I DO THIS PURELY FOR FUN, I DO NOT PROFIT FROM IT IN ANY WAY, AND I GIVE FULL CREDIT FOR THE ORIGINAL STORY TO THE AUTHOR. P.S. English is not my first language, so you might find some grammatical mistakes. Please be kind.