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God Of Control

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Parts 19
Time 3h 41m

annikavolkov avanash brandomking cecilyknight ceritghtonking eliking glyndonking godoffury godofmalice godofpain godofwar godofwrath jeremyvolkov killiancarson landonking nikolaisokolov vaughnmorozov

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?All Rights Reserved

annikavolkov avanash brandomking cecilyknight ceritghtonking eliking glyndonking godoffury godofmalice godofpain godofwar godofwrath jeremyvolkov killiancarson landonking nikolaisokolov vaughnmorozov

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GODDESS OF SHADOWS by dona_c

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The Serpent's Game by talesofnyxx

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