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

The shadows whispered of a king, Landon, they called, a twisted thing. His mind a maze, his heart a stone, He played his games, utterly alone. The Bratva seethed, their fury grew, Each heir he mocked, each insult flew. Then they called on him, from New York's harsh gleam, A future pakhan, fueled by a vengeful dream. Not to destroy, but to possess, To bend the King, to his distress. With soft words and eyes of burning coal, He schemed to claim Landon, body and soul. A dance of power, yet to play, Where cunning met a twisted sway. The Bratva's heir, with plans untold, And the King, in a cage of his own cold. Would love bloom in this battle of might? Or just ashes by the end of this dark night?

"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}

They were born to inherit kingdoms and meant to ruin each other. They should have been rivals. They should have stayed enemies. But obsession has no rules and desire doesn't bow to bloodlines. What begins as a clash between heirs turns into something darker - an addiction carved out of violence and need. ________________________________________________________________________________ !!All characters belong to Rina Kent!!

'𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄.' ✦ ... 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 the embodiment of chaos-brilliant, unhinged, and devastatingly magnetic. His art bleeds from the edges of his sanity, every stroke a prayer to disorder. Raised in a world that worships control, he chose to burn instead. And then came 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐊𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐎𝐕-quiet where Leonas is loud, composed where he is wild. Psychology in his mind, peace in his veins, Aleksander sees the storm and walks into it willingly. Together, they are 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 and reason, 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 and calm, 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍and devotion. LEGACY OF GODS by rina kent 3rd generation fc ✴︎

A few stories of characters from the Legacy of Gods series. Most of them did NOT happen in the books.

❛𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄.❜ ✦ . . . 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 born of power and polished sin, he was raised between glass towers and cold expectations. He wears indifference like a crown, his smile sharp enough to wound. The son of a King and a Sokolova, he knows desire is a game and love is leverage-until Alina Volkova turns his rules into ruin. 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝒃𝒚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭 3rd generation fc ✴

This is a fanfiction of Vaughn Morozov (son of Kirill Morozov). This story is not canon. All the characters belong to Rina Kent. Vivian I was supposed to keep my head down. Finish what I started. Go back to being the good daughter. One mistake. One wrong decision. And I ended up in the wrong place, at the wrong time-caught in the sight of the wrong man. Him. He wears danger like a second skin. He watches. He waits. He is a silent predator, and I am his next prey. Vaughn One thing my father always taught me: keep your friends close and your enemies closer. She's a distraction. She's a temptation. In our world, a man who gives in to temptation signs his own death warrant. I should've let her go. But I can't. Not until I uncover every secret she's hiding-even if it destroys us both. An epic tale of deception, secrets, lies, angst and longing!