They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

«𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 & 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬» 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑺𝒐𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒗 wasn't just a girl. She was a force who spent time in the sky more than the ground. 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 wasn't just a boy. He was a man carved from marble and blood. And when the two clash with vengeance? No existence on this damn island would be safe. No way to run now.. 【All credit goes to Rina Kent except for my OCs and their stories】 【WARNING CONTENT? Honestly, it's a Rina Kent fanfic. Do you even need me to say it?】

KNIGHTFALL "The King & His Knight" She was never meant to stand at his side. She was meant to fall behind, break quietly, fade unseen. But the King looked down- and he was the one who knelt. Now Serena Knight walks the halls of an elite London academy, quiet and bruised, trying to survive a world that never made space for girls like her. But Aiden King is still watching. Distant. Unfeeling. Unforgiving. And he remembers everything. Some stories begin with crowns. This one begins with surrender. Disclaimer: The world of [Royal Elite Series] belongs to Rina Kent, I only own my OCs and their plot. The world of "Fast and Furious" belongs to its creators, and I only own my OCs and their plot.

God of Wrath meets the goddess of chaos.. what could go wrong!? YES, EVERYTHING ▪︎ Jeremy Volkov was having a normal night. As normal as it could be for a mafia prince in a club, peacefully having a drink. But then.. She came. Entering like a storm of chaos, wearing a black F1 bomber jacket, black ripped jeans, and combat boots. She sat in his booth like she fucking owned the place. Took his drink with that goddamn smirk. She challenged him like that. And who was she? She was Aristia King. The Queen speed of tracks and Aiden King's youngest. Jeremy Volkov was challenged and offended. In his own territory? He was gonna make her pay... Wrath + Chaos = 𝘙𝘢𝘨𝘦

He is a sophisticated psycho. He is precise, he never misses a single detail. Why would he ever want me? I was invisible, I blended well with my surroundings and no one ever noticed me. Except him. And why now? Story is inspired from the world of Rina Kent. Own only self made characters.

"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?