Vaughnmorozov Stories

❛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 ✴

Alicia Evangeline King I came back finally. To witness the chaos that unfolded while I wasn't here. And maybe, to remind the world that I never lose control. Until I encountered him. Vaughn Morozov. The Bratva heir. Mafia royalty. Brutal and carved from danger itself. Born to lead, raised to destroy. He looked at me like I was his next conquest. But I wasn't born to bow down to anyone Our interaction was supposed to end there. But he had other plans. They say the queen is the most powerful piece in chess. He wanted to play a game? Then I'll play the player-not the game. And when I win, I'll make sure he remembers exactly who the hell I am.

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?

After years of hidden abuse, Brandon King finally reveals the truth. Struggling with depression and guilt, he finds unexpected support in the five Heathens-Gareth, Killian, Jeremy, Vaughn, and Nikolai-and in his fiercely protective twin, Landon. As Brandon begins to trust again, the group helps him reclaim his voice, marking the start of his long but hopeful journey toward healing. Characters are owned by Rina Kent. Everything is written by ChatGBT with my ideas. English is not my first language.

a slow-burn, emotional story about Brandon King-a quiet, autistic artist haunted by past trauma and unable to draw the faces, especially the eyes, of those around him. That is, until he meets the Heathens: five powerful, intimidating young men who unexpectedly become his protectors, his comfort, and eventually, his home. As Brandon begins to heal in their presence, the faces on his sketchpad begin to change... and for the first time, the eyes he draws are full of life, love, and belonging. All characters except my originals belong to Rina Kent. Everything is written by ChatGBT with my Ideas. English is not my first language.

THIS BOOK IS PART OF INTERCONNECTED STANDALONES BASED OFF LEGACY OF GODS, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ THE OTHERS TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONE Alicia King is the sweetest soul you'd ever meet. A famous actress with an eidetic memory. She's kind, intelligent, the perfect King woman. Although, even the most perfect looking people have their demons. Vaughn Morozov is the future Pakhan and heir to the New York Bratva. He's cutthroat, cold and the ideal heir. However, he's discovered he has an obsession with a certain blonde King. After learning she attends Royal Elite University, he decides to attend the Kings U where some of his friends attend, to keep a close eye on the woman who's captivated him. Will his obsessive nature win her over? Or drive her away? I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE LEGACY OF GODS CHARACTERS. THEY ALL BELONG TO RINA KENT.

When old feelings hide behind the mask of friendship and summer becomes the stage for quiet obsession, Vaughn Morozov makes his move. New York, the bratva, scorching heat, and a girl who became forbidden light. He's always close. Even when her world turns away. I have deep respect for Rina Kent and her vision of the characters. This fanfic is purely a personal fantasy, not intended to replace or challenge the canon - just a creation born from love for her universe.

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.