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Give Me Your Smile
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Ongoing, First published Sep 27, 2015
Mature
Imagine the old crude dancing and laugh his head off. Looking for someone or something to kill you better watch out his name is Charley Weaver he is the devil's keeper. That dents nightmares and horrors to your bedroom. His old and sly, grumpy he has warts on the side of his neck rolling down his spinal cord with a mark called the 666.
He is a man that rips off the smile off everyone's face he lives in this place called hell  where you will see fire and gushing flames overlapping each other where Satan is. He calls himself the Weavers of nightmares . And his quote is "give me your smile". Once he says that he gets on top of you and sucks the soul out of you and marks you as his own call  The Six Ways to Hell. do you dare to read more of this story because it's about to get deep.
Moreover, The devil's keeper has many names that are listed don't said you are one because you don't wanna see his  warden cherry red bug eye with a scorn on the lift side of his face.
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Imagine you woke up one morning expecting a day like most any other. Then your world falls apart and your only chance for survival is to become something that will kill your soul. Violently separated from the woman he loves, and forced to become a demon to exact his revenge, Solus will stop at nothing to destroy the very beings who destroyed his life. But will it be worth it? This is a short story prequel to the novel "Circles" about how the character, Solus, becomes a demon. I'm writing this as a weekly serial, each chapter released on Saturday.