Vegas Pete Novel English Translation Novels & Stories

“If you want to stay under my roof, and have me being a provider, the only status you can take is as my pet. I can order you to do anything I want. No matter what I order, you have no right to deny. If you can’t take it, just leave.” Mikayla didn’t even blink her eyes. The only way she knew how to drive a man away was to be ruthless and authoritative over him. This young man was no different. He couldn’t possibly agreed to this. No man wanted to be just a pet to a woman. He must have his male ego. “What?” The young man was confused and speechless as expected. He took a step back and lost in thought. He scratched his head where the bandage was at. “No…”

I replied curtly, my voice cold and authoritative. At the sound of my name, Mitch's expression shifted to one of relief, his features contorted with hope. "Mr Gambino, thank God!" he exclaimed, his voice laden with desperation. "You've come to set me free, haven't you?" I curled my lips in disdain at his words, my gaze narrowing as I crouched down to his level. "I didn't come here to free you," I stated bluntly, my tone leaving no room for argument. "I came to ask for information."

Ryan growled, snapping his jaws wildly, but his strikes barely scratched Pete’s thick hide. The crowd laughed louder now, enjoying the spectacle. Ryan struggled, his body heaving, but Pete held him down effortlessly. Finally, with one heavy swipe of his claws, Pete sent Ryan tumbling across the dirt. Ryan lay there, chest heaving, his small wolf form trembling. The crowd cheered for Pete as he stood tall, his chest puffed out, his eyes gleaming with victory. Ryan got to his paws slowly, his ears still flat, his eyes burning with quiet fury.

"Mmmm...I'll give you all of it...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...yeah, full-on WMD!" "F...uu...uu...uuck...yer gonna make me fuckin explode!" "That's my intention." Pete looked like a rugby guy, muscled and beefy, not your typical bottom...he looked totally straight, but never missed the chance to be on his knees. He moaned, "Ahhhh...ahhhh...damn, I want to keep that dick in there forever...pounding my ass...my legs up on your shoulders, and your just pounding my ass!"

the pet master asked. I shifted my eyes up just enough to see the vampire lazily scanning over each cage. "Not really." It didn't sound like he was too eager to be here. I immediately looked back down as our eyes met, a sense of nervousness suddenly crashing over me. His footsteps drew closer to me, making my stomach churn. I didn't want to be bought. I didn't want to be treated like a dog, only to be treated like a snack as soon as he got tired of me.

Thus, traveling from a part of Venezuela, to new orleans, without aid of transport tools, was possible with Pete's teleportation abilities. "I will be right behind you!" He said to Eira. "In case anything goes wrong, magic the hell out of them!" All background sounds and sound effects became inaudible as Pete said this. Just after he was done with the dialogue, "Killing Butterflies plays into the scene where Eira was seen walking towards a yet to be known location, with a little purse which she had on her right hand. Thus, dressed as someone they will expect, came for bidding. Light Fades.

CLYDE “Here are the documents, sir.”, Pete said. Pete is his Executive Assisstant, but he can also be considered as his right hand. He handles a lot of his office works specially when he is away or on a business trip. He serves as his counter part when it involves employees conern. Clyde has three five star hotels in New York alone. He has one in California, two in Las Vegas and one mini hotel in Hawaii. He also has two hotels in Europe and an ongoing construction in Singapore. He is also planning to build one in China. All of that are partly being taking care of Pete. He receives daily report from him through his emails. Apart from signing crucial documents and client meetings where his pre

"Let's get your luggage into the truck. And I'll take you to the main house. It's all women, minus the guards. But you shouldn't even see them. Is that okay with you?" Eden nodded again. Her cheeks were finally the slightest bit pink. "Thank you so much. You've been very kind." Pete waved that away. "You stay here where it's warm. I'll get your stuff." He pushed out the ballistic glass and into the cold wind. On screen, Eden sucked in deep breaths. Her whole face went red as she leaned against the wall. Her chest heaved and it sounded like she was on the verge of hyperventilating.

Kayola takes a cue from Petra and also transforms into her wolf, and they keep running as fast as their toes can carry them. “We are almost there,” Petra announces after thirty-five minutes. Kayola, breathing heavily, slows down and sees a little gate, guarding what looks like a small town. This is definitely not the Rogue Territory. Papa had taken her on a spy mission to the territory of the Rogues, and this is nothing like what she saw on that mission.

“Oh, it’s nothing! I saw him standing on the street, looking for a cab, and I thought I’d give him a lift. But I needed to grab something from this restaurant first, so he tagged along. That’s all.” Before Trent could respond, Pete approached us, bowing his head respectfully. “Good morning, sir,” he said, his voice steady but his posture tense. Trent’s gaze shifted to Pete, suspicion flickering in his eyes. “What are you doing here, Pete?” Pete answered quickly, as if rehearsed. “I was looking for a ride to get some medicine for my mother. That’s when I ran into Miss Yvonne, and she kindly offered to help.” Trent seemed to consider his words for a moment before nodding, his expression soften