She who is blind and he whose sight has seen unspoken horrors. It is he whose eyes shine with the blood of those who've passed. It is his hands that have taken pain away but a touch that means darkness. He whose name taste of poison on innocent lips. He who brings death is death. And she, his final prey. Sarah never understands why her dreams happen to turn into a twisted reality. Nor why she feels there is a part of her missing as if a vital part of her core being has been stolen. This hollow sensation only grows the more she got to know her boss, Jace. There was something about his brown eyes and the way they seem to flicker red whenever they touch. She knows he's keeping secrets but will she believe him when she finds out the truth? {COVER BY @-wanderes }

15 years ago, a psychopathic dictator committed suicide, freeing from a chaotic and cruel rule. 15 years ago, a new government, filled with passionate people was created. 15 years ago, mankind started to make huge leaps in science, tech, and healthcare, improving everyone's lives. Or at least everyone that mattered. Everything that seems too good to be true is always fake. In the past, unwanted children were treated as animals: working the moment they learn to walk, until their deaths at a young age, without any education, without any hope, not even a real name. When people started leading comfortable lives, many started to have children, not realizing they weren't able to handle them. As a result, the orphanage factories flooded with children. The new leaders didn't care enough to change it. After all, that free labor could only benefit them. S-845 is just another orphan. He has crushed dreams and hopes that fill his mind every waking moment. But dreams and hopes are dangerous for a nobody like him. He's seen what happens to those who believe - and it's never any good. But try to escape he must, for his life hangs in a precarious balance of someone else's game. A game he has no control over. Or does he? cover by @edentype

" ...Poets like me run away to their poems when they need an escape. We suck the emotions out of hearts and lay them down in the form of words. " A collection of poems I've written... Gathering all the poems from other books here too. ( Will remain in original books too )