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 6
I screamed when Artem tried to stop me from going outside and blocked my way. I have been cooped up in my room for a couple of weeks now, and I'm about to go crazy.
"I'm not allowed to go to college, I'm not allowed to go outside to see my friends, and I'm not even allowed to have them visit me?! What the fuck is happening here? Where is Papa? I want to talk to him."
I shouted at the top of my lungs because it was suffocating. I can't endure it anymore. I must go outside and see new people. These old faces were driving me crazy. Another hour of this and I will fucking kill someone.
"Ty tot, kto sdelal eto s soboy. Eto tvoy sobstvennyy vybor, Misha. Teper' zhivi s posledstviyami."
("You are the one who did this to yourself. It is your own choice, Misha. Now live with the consequences.")
Artem said, hissing, and for a second, I stood there staring at him without saying a word. Then I screamed and screamed, throwing anything in my way and crashing it.
After what felt like hours, I stopped panting, sweating, and a little dizzy, gasping for breath. I don't know what took over me, but this made my anger rise to higher levels.
"I guess I came at the right time."
Someone said from the door, and I glared at him, but the doctor grinned and walked inside, not even blinking when he saw how messy my room was.
"I remember telling you that you need to rest for at least one month, your ribs need some more time to heal, Miss Yakov."
Doctor Luka said in a chastising voice, and I just followed him to my miraculously tidy bed and sat holding my head in both of my hands.
"I'm losing my mind, doc. I don't think I can endure it anymore, being locked up in my room doing nothing, meeting no one."
I said pathetically, making him give me one of his pitying looks, and I looked away because it made me feel like a little brat.
"I know, but it is for your safety, Misha. You know that they are doing this for your own safety, even Renzo. He is trying to find the people who almost killed you back then. He looks worse than you, actually."
The doctor said, tsking as he took my blood pressure and gave me looks of disapproval, but I didn't care cause I frowned at Artem for answers, but he just looked away.
"Yeah, I can see why you are confused, he looks like a cold motherfucker who only cares about himself, but trust me, he isn't. he is..... a good man or at least looks lik......"
something blew up, shaking the entire villa, shutting me up. Then we heard the sound of gunshots and screams.
I tried to stand up to check what was going on, but the doctor pushed me back on the bed, and his friendly face turned scary. Then he went to where Artem was watching outside my window.
"This isn't just a little game like last time, Artem. I can count over fifty men out there, and we don't know how many are inside the villa."
"My father isn't here. This is pointless, everyone knows that he is back in Russia doing some business."
I said in genuine puzzlement because no one was worth killing here, some guards, a few maids, Artem, and me. Then it hit me when the two men glared at me.
They come for me.
"Our priority is to save Misha. We need to get her outside of here, then think about motives and reasons." Artem said, making the doctor nod, and I kept silent because this is their task.
"No place is safe at the moment. We still don't know who is a friend and who is a foe. I can trust no one." Artem mumbled to himself, but the doctor touched his shoulder and put a finger on his lips as he tiptoed to my door, opening it slowly.
"Renzo Valentino is your only friend at the moment, his place is a small fortress that no one can enter it and no one dares to try. Our mission is getting out of here and going there safely."
My bodyguard opened his mouth to say something, but he closed his mouth again, maybe because he knew the doctor was right.
I mean, I hate that man's guts, but the doctor was right last time he saved me and brought me home in one piece, and from my papa's reaction, I think they are on good terms, so this is acceptable.
Luka helped me wear the bulletproof vest when I was getting my gun. And Artem nodded his head, then he headed to my walk-in closet, making us follow him. My mouth dropped when I saw him push a hidden button, and one of the walls opened for him.
We followed him silently, feeling our way because it was dark, but then light shone, and the doctor grinned behind his lighter.
"This will lead us to the back garden, it is close to the garage, we can take a car and leave."
My bodyguard said as we walked for a minute, then we stopped, and a blinding light surrounded us, and made us blink for a second, but we were outside.
He went out first to check the place, and when he found no one, he signaled us to get outside to go to the garage.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the familiar doors, but then I felt something hot splash on my face. For a moment, I stood confused as I touched my face and looked at my fingers and found them red.
My breath hitched when my mind registered the color and smell of blood, and I looked in front of me and found Artem holding his stomach as he was aiming his gun at someone behind one of the bushes.
"Artem!"
I screamed his name and tried to run where he was, but Luka stopped me, so I pushed him away, and because of that, I got shot twice. It's weirdly enough, I have no idea where the bullet hit me. I didn't feel the pain as I ran or when I dropped to my knees to hold Artem in my arms.
"Tell me that it's a minor thing and you will be ok."
I said pathetically, as I checked his body and found out that he was shot multiple times and was bleeding heavily.
"Oh no... I swear I will never do this again. I will not go to dangerous places to play. I will listen to you and never shout at you with any words...."
He gave me a bloody smile, then touched my cheek, caressing it softly, then he looked at the doctor who was covering us, "Take her and I've got your back, we don't have much time, they must have heard the gunshots."My bodyguard and the person who was the closest thing to an older brother to me said.
I wailed as Luka dragged me to the garage and then threw me in a car. He left Artem at that place.
I slapped the car window as hard as I could, leaving many bloody palm prints on it. My ears seemed to be useless because all the sounds were screaming together, it's too loud that it gives me a splitting headache. I couldn't hear clearly whether it was the sound of me hitting the glass or the bullets hitting the car body, accompanied by my crying. If there is any God in the world - although I didn't pay attention at all when I was studying something about God, I don't know what gods there are, any God is fine if you are here, just listen to my prayer - I'd give anything in exchange for my happy, simple life, which I know will never return.
I saw Artem struggling to stand up.
But something pinched me, and suddenly all the fight in me drained, and I just saw black.
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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.