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An horror story which will give you chills

At sixteen, Betty has been trained to take over the Gates after the demise of her father. The gates had four rules for everybody who cared to survive: - Never leave the Gates - Never disobey Don - Always mind your business - Always be ready for a fight - Betty loved her father so much so that she made him her role model but after sixteen long years, Betty has finally come to know the truth about her lovely father and this made Betty Batter his weapon of destruction.

Volume 1-Kayla has self-imposed a mission to kill her father Volume 2- C&C

let's hear it, pethetic is the name of the game... I think ;)

Are demon always bad and do humans really struggle against them? Go through the story to know the truth of the world where humans and god rule and demons and other races struggle.

Leslie began her writing career as a stay-at-home-mom. Her life-long love for reading lead to reviewing books for Goodreads, Amazon and Jillian Dodd's Author Blog. Leslie is also the cofounder of The Indie Bookshelf, which hosts yearly author signings, primarily in the Dallas/FT Worth area. When she is not writing, you will find her lunching with friends, sipping a cup of joe, binging on Netflix or working on a home DIY project. Leslie lives in Texas with her husband, teenage son and daughter, and two very silly pugs. He knew me from the moment I stepped through the broken window. Studying me. Watching me. Changing me. I was unaware of him at first; my life was too out of control to notice. The constant moving and lack of money after Mom divorced Dad was turning her into a different person. All she did was drink and she was now this angry person I didn't want to know. But once I stepped through the window inside that house, I could feel the peace surrounding me. Hugging my body as if it had arms. Protecting me. Loving me. It was like the house knew what I craved and it felt too good to question any of it. So I went back, day after day. I hungrily guzzled up the euphoria like a raging alcoholic, reaching for another drink. Just like my mother…

Walking into the restaurant, I was definitely no longer in the mood to celebrate. When Levi and I got to the table, Tajah stood up, came to me and wrapped her arm around my shoulders, "Are you okay?" She asked me. I looked at my best friend. We've known each other our entire lives. I KNOW her. "You knew didn't you?," "and did you?" I looked at Josh. Neither of them said a word but the looks on their faces told me more than their words ever could've. "Right, of course both of you did. You're his best friend, and you're his best friend's girlfriend. What I can't understand though, is how nobody  found time to tell me?"