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 2

Misha,

I took a deep breath, standing in front of the VIP room. I felt nervous; I was never a coward, but this was something entirely new for me.

This isn't me sparing with a man twice my size for the first time, or me holding a gun and feeling its weight.

I'm a daring, flirty, and brave girl, but my limit was my body. I like to show skin and expose my body because I worked to have it this toned and perfect, but at the same time, I don't like to be touched or have some men drool over me.

If I wear something, I wear it for myself. If I do my nails or my hair, it's for me to feel better and beautiful, not to get some man's approval.

I took a couple of deep breaths, then I knocked on the door and didn't move until the door was opened and some guy glared at me.

I frowned at the man who was blocking my way, then tried to look behind him, but he moved closer, blocking my view entirely.

"We didn't ask for any entertainment, leave."

The man said, and I cocked a brow at him, because who the hell does he think he is, and how dare he treat me like that.

"Let her in. I was the one who asked for her. I was getting bored waiting for your boss, and she came after you, so don't let us spoil the night. Let her in, Dino.

Someone from the inside shouted at the one blocking my way, Dino, and he gritted his teeth before stepping aside, allowing me to see the people in the room.

I gave Dino a side look before I walked inside the room, and he shut the door behind me the moment I was in.

I took a quick look, and for a second, my mind didn't process what was happening because this wasn't what I thought I would see.

Two groups of men sit inside, and they don't look happy, if I might add. The air was tense, and from what I'm seeing, this wasn't a friendly, happy meeting.

I thought about turning around to leave, but then someone gripped my hand and pulled me to the other side. My other hand formed a fist, but then I relaxed. I need to tread carefully to get out of here. I can smell blood in the air.

This is a mafia meeting, I know, because I have seen them so many times to count. And if I use violence now, I might not be able to leave.

Artem must be watching, and I'm sure he will come up with something and get me out of here.

"You must be new, this is the first time I've seen you here. I'm a regular, and I know all the girls."

The man who was talking from behind that Dino said, and I blasted a fake smile on my face and turned around to give him one of my sweetest looks.

"Yes, this is my first time here. My name is Sonya. What is your name, handsome?"

I answered him, giving my bitch friend's name because she is the one who threw me into this. Of all the people she could choose, she chose some mafia man.

"Ahhh, I'm a lucky man then, you must be beautiful, or else you won't be hiding your face like this, Sonya."

He said as his hand rose, trying to take off the flimsy piece of cloth that was hiding half of my face, and I held his hand in mine, stopping him.

"Franco, we came here to talk business, not to play with whores. That shipment is mine, you know, I have commitments. It wasn't yours to take."

The man on the other side said in a rough voice, startling me, and I held my breath as our eyes met, and I suppressed a shudder.

The light in the room was dim, and he was sitting in a corner with barely any light, which wasn't helping.

But everything about him was dark: his aura, his hair, and his eyes. The place was warm, but frost was coming off of him. The only place that melted that frost was his burning eyes.

"Renzo, you need to chill, man. You are almost forty and without an heir or a woman. Life isn't just about work. You need to relax and have some fun, right, Sonya?"

Franco said, making me blink, then I turned around and smiled at him without saying anything. I was lost for words.

Franco, Renzo, and Dino. I think I have heard these names before, but when and why?!

I was lost deep in thought and didn't hear any of the words that were said, but then something broke, and I flinched when I found that man called Renzo standing right in front of me. Then he gripped my shoulder, pulled, making me stand up.

I looked right into his eyes and found out that they weren't black but dark green with some specs of gold.

"LEAVE IF YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR YOU."

The man snarled in my face, and this time I couldn't suppress the shudder that took over my body when his hot breath touched my cheeks and ruffled my hair.

"Ahhh, you need to chill, my friend, and let the girl go; you are scaring her."

Franco said as he stood up and chuckled, but Renzo's eyes didn't leave mine, as if he was waiting for my answer that never came.

"Dino, show her the way out!"

"e assicurati che lei esca da qui e venga rimandata a casa. La sua guardia del corpo deve essere da qualche parte qui vicino."

("and make sure that she is out of here and sent home. Her bodyguard must be somewhere close.")

The intimidating man said, shaking me to the core again, even though I didn't understand half of what he said in Italian.

But then the man called Franco, his men stood and blocked Dino's way, and his voice tone changed entirely, it wasn't friendly anymore.

"No, she won't leave, but you will. I will contact you sometime, and we will discuss this again. You seem to be in a shitty mood."

Franco said, making Renzo grit his teeth, and finally let me go, and weirdly enough, I wanted to follow him.

I don't know anything about this man, but I have a feeling that I will be safe as long as I am with him.

This Franco dude held on to me tightly. "What were we saying just now? Ahhh, I'm really dying to see your beautiful face, Sonya."

And again he tried to take off the flimsy facemask, but I slapped his hand away, swaying my hips as I took a few steps backward.

"Let me think about it as I dance for you."

I said seductively, then I looked up, trying to face the camera Sonya told me about, and made that sign, hoping that they were there watching me.

But then I shook my head, trying to clear it and think of something new because if they were there, they would have interfered and gotten me the hell out of there.

But something happened and prevented Artem from coming to get me. If he saw these two men, he must have identified them and saved my ass by now.

And now I should be worried because I have blown my only chance to get out of here. Think, think, Misha.

"I changed my mind, I don't want to watch you dance. I want to have a taste, woman."

Franco said, pulling my hair suddenly, making me scream as he then threw me on one of the leather couches and jumped on top of me.

I began to fight him, and even though the man looked smaller and thinner than the other men, he was so strong.

So I took a deep breath and kicked him in his middle, making him double over, and I pushed him away, standing on my feet and taking a defensive stance.

"Come at me, motherfuckers, let me show you what I got."

I snarled at the other two men, who became alert and their hands went to their guns, but I didn't give them the chance to do it.

I kicked the first one, then punched the other right in his face and grinned when I heard his nose break.

Then I ran to the door while the three men were on the floor, but the moment I opened the door, and I was about to run to freedom, something blocked my way, and I was thrown back.

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I hovered in the corner of the damp Runt Quarters, powerless as a ghost, watching my five-year-old daughter take her last breath. She died of a fever that a simple medicine could have cured. But my husband, Alpha Elroy, refused to pay for it. He was too busy dining with his mistress to waste resources on a "runt." When he finally arrived, there were no tears. He picked up my daughter’s small body like a bag of trash and tossed her into the incineration pit meant for criminals. "Stop hiding, Annis!" he roared at the empty woods, thinking I was alive and watching. "Your trick didn't work. The runt is dead." I screamed at him, clawing at his suit, but my hands passed right through him. Days later, his mistress gave birth to a son. But the baby was born with a fractured soul, dying. The doctor said only a bone marrow graft from the White Wolf bloodline could save him. Elroy didn't hesitate. He looked toward the incineration pit. "Retrieve the girl's body," he commanded his warriors. "Her bones will save the future Alpha." He intended to butcher our daughter's corpse to save his illegitimate child. Enraged, he hunted down the Rogue who had secretly stolen Emma's body before it could burn. "Give me the body!" Elroy demanded. "And tell Annis to stop spoofing her credit cards in Europe and show her face!" The Rogue looked at him with cold pity and threw a coroner's report at his chest. "Annis isn't in Europe, Elroy." "She has been rotting in a shallow grave for six months. Your mistress paid for the bullet."

Horror Romance Werewolf

8.7

Bound to the Beast Mafia Boss

8.7

I make my living binding monsters to their promises. But Silas Malphas is the one monster I never should have touched. As a Thread-Binder, I can see the glowing, invisible strings of loyalty, debt, and lies connecting everyone in the city's supernatural underworld. It makes me the ultimate contract lawyer-and the perfect infiltrator. My mission is simple: secure a job in the inner circle of the House of Malphas, the city's most ruthless monster syndicate, and steal the Primal Ledger from their lethal heir. Silas Malphas commands the shadows themselves. He is arrogant, dominant, and terrifyingly elegant. But the most dangerous thing about him isn't his power-it's that when I look at him, I see *nothing*. He is a void in the magical spectrum. No debts. No loyalties. He is completely unreadable. I was supposed to betray him. But as I am dragged deeper into his golden cage of high-stakes negotiations and blood-soaked boardroom politics, the lines between my mission and my dark attraction to the Beast begin to blur. When a rival faction launches a deadly coup and my cover is blown, I am left with a terrifying choice. To survive the night, I must forge a blood-oath contract with the very monster I was sent to destroy. I'm no longer just his lawyer. I'm bound to the Beast.

Horror Mafia Modern

9.3

Bound To The Exiled S-Class Monster

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.

Adventure Horror LitRPG Modern Sci-Fi

7.9

HIS 6TH BRIDE FATAL OBSESSION

7.9

Some cages are lined with silk. Some chains are dipped in gold. But they still hold you captive. Nineteen-year-old Cassia Hale becomes the sixth bride of billionaire Killian Thorne, not out of love, but as payment for her father's gambling debts. One threat against her fifteen-year-old sister. One signature. And her life as she knew it is over. Thrust into a mansion with five other wives, Cassia quickly learns she's different. Killian doesn't just want her, he's obsessed. She's the only one he intends to legally marry, the only one who can give him an heir, the only one who matters. But in a house where wives compete for survival and a mysterious fortune lies buried beneath the gardens, being the favorite makes her the biggest target. Isla, the cunning queen bee, sees Cassia as an existential threat. Nessa, the jaded rebel, warns her to run while she can. Vera drowns in forbidden love with a servant. Mira watches everything with calculating eyes. And sweet, kind Thalia hides the most dangerous secrets of all. When groundskeeper Dash offers Cassia escape and what seems like genuine love, she's torn between the monster who owns her and the man who might save her. But as drugged seductions, calculated betrayals, and murders disguised as accidents tear through the mansion, Cassia discovers the other wives aren't her only problem. Someone is systematically eliminating the competition. Bodies are disappearing. Lies are unraveling. And Killian's dark empire, built on weapons dealing and blood money is more dangerous than she ever imagined. As Cassia falls pregnant and the mansion descends into chaos, she must navigate deadly games where jealousy kills and trust is fatal. One by one, the other wives fall, exposed, destroyed by their own schemes, until only one question remains: Will Cassia become another casualty? Or will she claim her crown as the only woman fierce enough to stand beside a monster and transform him into a king? From captive to queen. From six brides to one. This is the story of how Cassia Hale became Mrs. Thorne and survived to rule his empire. A dark, intensely erotic romance about power, obsession, and choosing love with your eyes wide open. ⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Forced Marriage/Captivity Dubious Consent (initial encounters) Sexual Content (explicit, intense) Violence Emotional Manipulation Power Imbalance (age gap, wealth gap, power gap) Threats to Family Members (Lila) Dark Themes (obsession, possession, control) Death (side characters) Psychological Intensity Potentially Triggering Romance Dynamic

Billionaire Horror Romance

7.5

His Broken Angel's Dying Secret

7.5

I was a ghost haunting the halls of Port Sterling High, pretending to be alive. My only goal was to live like a normal teenager, even as the cancer eating me from the inside was a secret I guarded with my life. Then the school's resident psycho, Bishop Dalton, decided I was his to protect. He mistook my chemo-induced weakness for fragility and my nausea for nerves. He fought my battles, took detention for me, and glared at anyone who looked at me wrong, ready to tear the world apart for me. He was trying to save me from the monsters he understood, never guessing the real monster was in my own blood. Then one day, he saw it: the horrific, black-and-purple bruise on my arm from a blown IV. The fury in his eyes was terrifying. He was ready to kill whoever had dared to touch me. He grabbed my wrist, his voice shaking as he demanded a name. "Who did this to you?" I couldn't tell him the truth. The pity would have been a sentence worse than death. So I looked that beautiful, broken boy in the eye and gave him a lie far more cruel. "I did it to myself," I whispered, letting the tears fall. I watched the fire in his soul die out, replaced by a devastating pity. I had saved my secret, but in doing so, I had just become the tragedy he would try to fix.

Horror Mystery Young Adult

9.3

One Night With The Rival Alpha

9.3

My mother had been dead for four years, and my father, the Alpha of our pack, was now a hollow shell controlled by his new wife, Marley. I was a ghost in my own home, watching from the shadows as they celebrated a wedding that felt more like my execution. During the reception, Marley cornered me and demanded my mother's last heirloom-a blood-red ruby-to pay off her family's secret gambling debts. When I refused, her guards pinned me down, and in the struggle, the ancient stone hit the marble floor and shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. Framed for grand larceny by my own stepmother, I fled to a dive bar and sought refuge with Caleb Sterling, a rival Alpha who radiated power and danger. We spent a night of soul-shattering passion that I was certain was our mate bond, but the next morning, he tossed an envelope of cash at me and called me a high-end escort. When the police arrived to arrest me, he simply stepped aside and watched them drag me away in handcuffs, cold and indifferent to my screams. "Do what you have to do," he had told the officers, his eyes devoid of any warmth. I was a fugitive, stripped of my title, and discovered I was carrying Caleb's child-a baby cursed by his bloodline to never survive the womb. I couldn't understand why my father had abandoned me to a monster, or why the man I was destined for had sold me out just to save his own reputation. After a brutal ambush that left my only friend in a burning wreck, I stood at the border of the forbidden North. I clutched the jagged shards of my mother's ruby and looked the Northern Warlord in the eye, ready to trigger a war that would burn my father's legacy to the ground.

Horror Romance Werewolf

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