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SEX WITH MR DANGEROUS
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- Updated
- Jul 7, 2026
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80 totalRecent chapters
- 001Chapter 1
- 002Chapter 2
- 003Chapter 3
- 004Chapter 4
- 005Chapter 5
- 006Chapter 6
- 007Chapter 7
- 008Chapter 8
- 009Chapter 9
- 010Chapter 10
- 011Chapter 11
- 012Chapter 12
- 013Chapter 13
- 014Chapter 14
- 015Chapter 15
- 016Chapter 16
- 017Chapter 17
- 018Chapter 18
- 019Chapter 19
- 020Chapter 20
- 021Chapter 21
- 022Chapter 22
- 023Chapter 23
- 024Chapter 24
- 025Chapter 25
- 026Chapter 26
- 027Chapter 27
- 028Chapter 28
- 029Chapter 29
- 030Chapter 30
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About this novel
ZERO
HE IS DARKNESS...
I'm the villain in this story. Every tale needs one, and that's me.
Call me Number Zero. Just Zero works fine. It doesn't matter to me either way.
Born into brutality, I've earned the title "Killer Machine" in the underworld—that shadowy realm beyond what decent people acknowledge.
Every epithet attached to contract killers? They fit. All of them.
I won't pretend I strive for goodness or righteousness. That would be dishonest, and I see no point in lying now.
I'm irredeemably corrupt. Don't waste time hunting for virtue—you won't find it.
My corruption runs so deep that proximity to my thoughts will contaminate yours.
This isn't a confession. I'm not begging for absolution, and I wouldn't accept it anyway. Redemption holds no interest for me. My transgressions belong to me alone.
Then I saw her.
One glimpse and everything shifted.
My singular obsession. My one desire in thirty-three years.
She'll be mine.
HE IS DARKNESS...
I'm the villain in this story. Every tale needs one, and that's me.
Call me Number Zero. Just Zero works fine. It doesn't matter to me either way.
Born into brutality, I've earned the title "Killer Machine" in the underworld—that shadowy realm beyond what decent people acknowledge.
Every epithet attached to contract killers? They fit. All of them.
I won't pretend I strive for goodness or righteousness. That would be dishonest, and I see no point in lying now.
I'm irredeemably corrupt. Don't waste time hunting for virtue—you won't find it.
My corruption runs so deep that proximity to my thoughts will contaminate yours.
This isn't a confession. I'm not begging for absolution, and I wouldn't accept it anyway. Redemption holds no interest for me. My transgressions belong to me alone.
Then I saw her.
One glimpse and everything shifted.
My singular obsession. My one desire in thirty-three years.
She'll be mine.
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