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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.

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.

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

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

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?"

It is 2040, and baseball is everywhere. In the streets, in the schools, on every screen in every corner of the country — the crack of the bat and the snap of the mitt have become the soundtrack of a generation. Everyone has an opinion about the game. Ask a fan who the most important player on the diamond is and you will get a different answer every time. The pitcher, they say. The one who controls the tempo, who lives and dies on the mound, who can carry a team on one good arm. Or the cleanup hitter. The one the crowd stands for, the one opposing coaches lose sleep over. Or maybe the shortstop. The athlete, the anchor of the infield, the one who makes the impossible look routine. Everyone has their answer. Flio Codiñera has his. He is thirteen years old, from Tuguegarao City, Cagayan, and he loves this game more than he loves most things in this world. He has watched every pitcher he can find. Studied every windup, every grip, every release point. He has thrown until his fingers bled and then thrown some more. He knows exactly who the most important player on the diamond is. He is standing on the mound. Baseball, however, has never been very interested in what anyone thinks they know. This is the story of Flio Codiñera. And what the game made him into.

Who will win the BATTEL OF BETTER witches' or humans

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"