Dangerous Love: My Pet Princess
"And that is the reason why I said those words. I like your fear, not because it is a normal thing. I love it because deep down you are a monster like me, schiava. You fear me on a primal level, you can feel my power and dominance, and you know you aren't the strongest here. So you don't fear Renzo Valentino the human, you fear the monster that lurks inside."
My life changed the night of my birthday. What started as a funny dare ended with blood and having a price on my head.
I thought Renzo was the hero who saved me that night, but he was the devil who owned me forever.
I, Misha Yakov, princess of the Russian mafia became Renzo Valentino's slave.
He broke me, tortured me, and molded me into something new, something I hated and craved at the same time.
I, Misha Yakov became my master's pet.
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Chapter 5
Renzo,
I sipped my bourbon while I eyed the woman who was swaying in front of me, trying to appease me, but honestly, I was getting disgusted.
But I guess she thought my disgusted looks were approval or something because she began to take her clothes off.
She took the flimsy top, then she basically crawled to where I was sitting, then she licked her lips when she reached my parted legs and settled between them.
"You are so handsome, and you give off this stay the fuck away from me aura, but I like it. You are my type."
The woman said as her hands stretched to touch my thighs, then she reached between them and began to squeeze my still flaccid cock.
I snarled, then held both of her hands in one of mine, then the other held her chin tightly, making her look at me.
"You are pretty, meaty, and know what you are doing. People might like all of this, but I don't like your attitude. Besides, I'm not into vanilla shit, femmina. Any whore walking the street can give me that with less money. Tell me, what makes you special?"
I said, smirking now when I saw her eyes glow with understanding, and my smirk grew wider when she changed her sitting position and became more submissive.
"Is this what you are looking for, sir? Trust me, I can give you whatever you want, just order me, and I'm here to serve all your needs."
The woman said in a sweet voice, and I relaxed a little, dropped my hands, and nodded for her to sit properly.
"Tell me about this place, especially the owners and their daughter, and if I am satisfied with what you just said, I might reward you handsomely."
The woman frowned at me, but after taking a look around, watching Dino carefully, then me, she nodded her head and put her top back, covering her breasts, understanding that I'm not here for a quick fuck.
"You are not a cop. I think you are here because of the mess that happened early tonight. I have been working here for a couple of months. So I'm still considered new, the owners have been good to me, the daughter is sweet to all girls, and they love her to death because she brings gifts from time to time, but she never interferes with work. Her father is the one who assigns us to the private rooms and tells us about our customers' tastes, and so far, nothing has happened during my two months. If one of the customers gets handy or rough, they deal with him instantly."
She finished nodding to the cameras in the corner, and I hummed softly because she is the second girl who said the same words tonight, and I'm starting to think these OWNERS aren't as good as they seem because it's impossible that they are this good and righteous.
I dismissed the girl even though she was disappointed, but neither she nor the first one stirred a single feeling in me; my cock had been limp, not even a twitch.
Unlike when I was holding the sweaty, stinky half-passed-away woman in my arms. She was dirty, and blood was all over her face and body, but still, she made my cock fill up in seconds and ache.
I shook my head to make that image and feeling disappear when Rocco knocked on the room's door and entered with someone screaming and fighting his grip on them.
Ahhhh, finally, the best friend is here.
Rocco threw her in front of me and left silently while the girl shrieked, but then she stood up quickly.
"Who the hell are you, and how dare you treat me like that? Do you know who I am and who my father is? He will fucking kill you all."
She shouted at Dino and me, but shut up the moment Dario entered and threw her beloved father half-conscious beside her on the floor.
She gasped, then kneeled beside her bloody father, and then she looked up at me in horror. Her eyes widened when she had a good look at my face, and I knew she recognized me.
"It is you, the one who .....was in the room with ......the... dead guy."
She stuttered, and I nodded my head, standing up and crouching in front of her, making her crawl back in fear.
"Good, then there is no need for introductions. Tell me, Sonya, did you plan all of what happened tonight? Are you the one who lured Misha to get inside that room to get killed? Fucking answer me, what do you know about that fucking hit?"
I growled at the shivering girl, and tears streamed down her face as she began to shake her head at every question I threw at her.
So I snarled as my hand circled her neck, pulling her up, then pushing her against the wall, squeezing her dainty little neck.
She struggled to breathe, and her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen, but I didn't loosen my grip. She needs to suffer for almost killing Misha.
"I.....kn....ow....nothin....g. she....i..s .....my best....friend. I wo...uld...nev...."
She began to say, but I didn't let go or loosen my hand; I didn't trust a word she was saying, and people can still lie, even facing death. It is in their DNA.
"Let her fucking go, you are killing her."
Someone snarled from behind me, and I tsked but let the girl go as I turned around to face the angry man who was ready to pounce on me.
I waved my men away when they were about to fight him. I can take him down, but I won't do it, though. I know how to crush that fucker's ego without laying a finger on him.
"What are you doing here, Artem? Aren't you supposed to be taking care of your ward, or did Akim throw you out after your big failure tonight?"
I said, heading back to the couch to sit, then sipping my drink, watching the man ball his fists and grit his teeth in anger. I know he wants to say a lot and do a lot, but he can't. And yes, I hit him in the gut without raising one finger.
"I'm here because my lyubovnitsa(Mistress) sent me. She knew that you would do this to her friend."He said, and I threw my head back, cackling because that girl was smart even though she didn't look like it. She might look spoiled and carefree, but she understands how men think, which is dangerous.
"You know that miss of yours can fight. Before things went to shit, she took down three men in mere seconds, and she would have been out of here if it weren't for those new people swarming in. Now I'm curious to know how good she is in other....aspects."
I said teasingly, and yes, I hit another soft spot because Artem rushed to me and pulled my collar, making me stand up.
"Don't you fucking dare talk about her in such a way? And if you thought about touching a hair on her head, I will fucking kill you, ublyudok" "motherfucker"
The man snarled in a heavily Russian accent, and I chuckled. I was right. That look in his eyes when he saw her in my arms was jealousy and fear.
He saw me do what he never could, which was the jealousy, and the fear was of me taking her away from him.
"If you love her that much, why didn't you protect her? Why did you let her face death? WHY WERE YOU AWAY WHILE SHE FUCKING SUFFERED?"
I roared at him, and his hand dropped. Then he took a couple of steps back, leaving without saying anything.
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9.3
Halie woke up to a sharp pain and a terrifying reality. She was in a new body, her face covered in a hideous web of scars, and her spiritual power reduced to a pathetic D-Class.
Before she could even process the memories of being framed, her bedroom doors were violently kicked open.
Her sister Seraphina sauntered in with a venomous sneer, followed closely by Halie's S-Class fiancé, Jett.
"Look at the disgrace of the Avila family. What a waste," Seraphina mocked, throwing a mirror at her bed.
"I can't be tied to a cripple. As an S-Class, I have to break our engagement," Jett added, his gaze full of disgust.
The nightmare didn't stop there. Her father called, screaming about how she had shamed the family name. He officially stripped her of her inheritance, froze all her accounts, and exiled her to the decaying Southern District to rot.
To make matters worse, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in her skull, warning her of an impending genetic collapse. Without an immediate energy infusion, she would face total organ failure in thirty days.
A ruined face, a treacherous family, a world that wanted her dead, and a literal death clock ticking in her brain. The original owner had died in absolute despair, a tragic victim of sheer cruelty.
But if they thought she would just sit there and die, they were severely mistaken.
Armed with a mysterious system and her brilliant scientist mind from her past life, Halie packed her bags. She chose the craziest survival quest: head to the slums, find the exiled, sterile S-Class "madman" Coleman, and cure him to harvest his life energy. It was time to start her counterattack.
9.2
At the absolute summit of her pop-star career, the stage collapsed beneath Catherine's feet, plunging her into a mechanical black hole.
When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in a hospital, but a savage, primitive forest.
Before a fire-breathing beast could tear her apart, a massive black snake crushed it with a single strike.
The terrifying serpent then transformed into Amon, a towering, heavily scarred man with golden slitted eyes, who swore his life to protect her.
He brought her to his tribe, but instead of safety, they were met with ravenous hunger and disgust.
The tribe's males stared at Catherine's fragile human body like a rare breeding prize, while treating Amon like garbage.
"He's a cursed, cold-blooded freak! His rut will tear you to pieces!"
The Chief sneered, pointing a thick, accusing finger at Amon.
"By tribal law, you must mate with our strongest tiger and bear shifters to give us powerful cubs!"
Humiliated, Amon's broad shoulders slumped, his fists trembling in suffocating shame as he prepared to back away.
Catherine's heart pounded with fierce, burning anger.
When she was about to be eaten, Amon was the only one who bled for her.
Where were these arrogant bullies then? Why should she let them treat her savior like a monster?
As the tribe's strongest warriors swarmed forward to claim her, Catherine stepped directly in front of Amon's lethal claws.
"I don't need any of you," she declared, her voice cutting through the chaos.
"I will mate with Amon and take his beast mark today!"
9.7
Eighteen months ago, the man I loved shattered my heart, claiming everything between us was a mistake. Now, he's back, a ghost of his former self, a rookie tryout in my pro esports team. And I will make him regret crawling back.
Clifton, captain of a legendary esports team, was secretly battling a severe wrist injury that threatened his career, every match a fight against his own body. He pushed through the pain, ignoring doctors' warnings, desperate to maintain his god-like status.
His world was already on the edge, but nothing prepared him for seeing Justice Terry again in the team basement. Justice, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with naked terror, was now a rookie tryout.
Clifton had spent a year and a half trying to forget that rainy Chicago alley, the raw revulsion in Justice's eyes, the whispered "it wasn't real" that had left him heartbroken. Justice had vanished, and Clifton had erased every trace. Now, the boy who once looked at him like he was the sun was back, flinching at his touch, displaying a deep, primal fear. Amidst sponsor pressure and whispers of being "washed," Clifton saw Justice's return as a chance for vengeance. He publicly humiliated Justice on a live stream, forcing him into a suicide mission, then coldly benched him.
Yet, the satisfaction never came. Instead, a hollow emptiness and a torrent of questions: What had truly happened in the past? Why was Justice here, and what trauma had carved such fear into his bones?
Clifton, unwilling to be fooled again, swore to uncover every secret and every lie. He would force Justice to explain why he had returned, even if it meant tearing down everything they both had left.
7.6
I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip.
Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes.
His pale chest was torn open to the bone.
I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop.
He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel.
And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain.
A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days.
My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid.
"Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume."
If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed.
But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap.
How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself?
I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive.
Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face.
"Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire."
This time, I will rewrite my own fate.
8.7
Kaylee woke up to the smell of rotting leaves and blood, realizing she had transmigrated into the grimdark fantasy novel she was reading last night.
A robotic system in her head immediately delivered a death sentence: she was the tribe's vicious cannon fodder, and the male lead—a brutally tortured slave named Elijah—was currently dying on a totem pole outside.
"If he dies, you will face instant soul-detonation."
Kaylee rushed to the plaza, using her villainous authority to stop the execution and drag his mangled body back to her hut.
But saving him was a nightmare.
The original owner's sadism had traumatized him so deeply that her gentle touches and clean bandages only triggered his PTSD.
His feral energy spiraled out of control, his golden eyes burning with paranoid terror as he waited for a new, twisted psychological game.
To keep his energy from detonating and killing them both, Kaylee was forced to act like a monster.
"I didn't save you because I care. A dead slave is useless to me."
Only her cruel insults and threats of future torture calmed his broken mind.
Adding to her despair, she stumbled upon the novel's supposedly innocent heroine in the forest, only to hear her system detect a terrifying anomaly.
The fragile heroine had her own cheat system.
Trapped with a paranoid future-tyrant and a rival player manipulating the tribe's strongest warriors, Kaylee shoved a bowl of hot stew at the bleeding slave with a mocking sneer.
To survive this hell, she had to play the villain perfectly.
7.5
Julianna was drowning in a corporate warzone, fighting a massive department deficit while fending off her mother’s relentless matchmaking.
Then, a ghost from her past returned to shatter her reality.
Eight years ago, Aidan Caldwell walked out of her life without a word. Now, he was back in New York as a ruthless billionaire, and a pitch-black Maybach started stalking her in the dim underground garage.
She had no idea the driver hiding behind the obsidian-tinted glass was Aidan.
She didn't know he had just choked a confession out of an executive, discovering that her "betrayal" eight years ago was a complete lie.
"Stay away from her. The rules are mine now."
Aidan had warned his rivals, his sanity tearing at the seams as he watched from the shadows while a creepy coworker put an arm around her shoulder.
He shattered glasses and crushed her favorite white flowers in his penthouse, driven by a lethal, obsessive jealousy seeing other men touch what belonged to him.
Julianna was completely in the dark, feeling only a heavy, predatory stare pinning her to the cold concrete.
When a sudden, heartbreaking scent of cedarwood rolled out of the cracked car window, her brain short-circuited.
Why was this terrifying stranger stalking her in the shadows?
Desperate to save her career, Julianna recklessly agreed to fake an engagement with a wealthy heir this weekend.
But she had no idea Aidan had already rigged her company's crisis, and the predator was about to tear her world apart to claim her back.