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  • One Can Wish by The_Holy_Fire
    The_Holy_Fire
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    Some wishes are prayers. Some are curses. And sometimes, the universe cannot tell the difference.
  • God of Malice continuation (novella) by Karan2Abhi
    Karan2Abhi
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    The characters in the story are not mine. I do not own it or the title. God of Malice is a story by Rina Kent. This is a fanfic of Killian and Glyndon's future. (dont expect smutt) Follow the journey of Killian and Glyndon's future
  • Whispers of a killers kis by Aksharararararara
    Aksharararararara
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    Its basically grumpy sunshine where a mafia boss kidnaps a school teacher and they fall in love
  • LEGACY OF GODS oneshots  by TheyreadFeyiwrites
    TheyreadFeyiwrites
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    oneshots of my favourite Rina Kent series legacy of God's. There might be some chapters from other rina Kent No One, but this is a LOG fanfic
  • Heir Of Ruin by Ishastar
    Ishastar
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    In A world where Mrs.Pratt didn't miss the Shot. In A world where Mia was left all alone. Lance Sokolov-King was born. Into a World of Pain and Confusion.
  • Legacy Of Gods One Shots by simp4heda
    simp4heda
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    Lots of steamy/fluffy/angsty one shots of the Legacy Of Gods series by Rina Kent!! Ps: I do not own any of these characters! These one shots are totally fan made by me
  • God Of Control by The_Holy_Fire
    The_Holy_Fire
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    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?