LEILANI. 

I&#x27;m an orphan who was picked up by the roadside and left on the gate of a convent when I was a baby.

I was raised by Reverend sisters and I spent all twenty three years of my life in the convent.

I went to school there and did everything in the big convent, I&#x27;ve never been on my own until six months ago.

When I told the sisters that I want to go out on my own, Sister Bernadette was scared because I&#x27;ve never been on my own before.

Six months later, I&#x27;m doing fine. In a small quiet town, everything is great. The people are good.

All was going really well.....until the day he showed up. 

The scariest man I&#x27;ve ever seen. And the way he looks at me? It&#x27;s a look I don&#x27;t understand but it never fails to send shivers down my spine.

Who is he?

What does he want from me?

ZERO

HE IS DARKNESS.... 

I am the bad guy of this story. Every story has a villain, and I am that villain.

You can call me, Number Zero. Or Zero, for short. Frankly, I don&#x27;t care.

I am a born killer and I&#x27;m called The Killer Machine in the dark world, the part of the world do-gooders don&#x27;t see.

Think of every name you would call a professional killer, and give me that name, because you wouldn&#x27;t be wrong.

I would like to tell you that I try to do good, to do the right thing but that would be a lie. I don&#x27;t see any need why I have to lie here.

I am a very bad man, don&#x27;t go searching for good because it&#x27;s not there. 

I have so much darkness in me that if you stay in my mind for a long time, you go dark too.

Don&#x27;t mistake this for a confession because it is not. I&#x27;m not seeking for forgiveness and if you give it, I won&#x27;t accept it. I&#x27;m not seeking for redemption here. My sins are my own.

The first day I saw her, I just knew something.

My new fascination. My first fascination in all my thirty three years of life.

I must have her.
I must make her mine.

Sex With Mr Dangerous

One month passed. We've moved to a new town weeks ago. And we've settled in.

Nothing like a sweet air of serenity and peace. That is what Jacobville is.

It's a small town in Texas, very peaceful and so beautiful. Everyone knows everyone. Kindhearted people.

I walked to the bathroom of our new home and took out the washcloth. I came back to the living room and started dusting the windows.

I would have done this yesterday but it skipped my mind.

"Where's the woodpile, honey?" I heard Zavier's voice from upstairs.

"It's in the attics. At the back of the door!" I called backed, my voice raised.

I heard movements and knew he'd found it. I smiled, as I resumed dusting the windows.

An old woman who was going to live with her daughter's family sold her house to us. Zavier bought it.

A very beautiful and spacious one-storey building so beautifully decorated, I know it costs a fortune.

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