The Feeling Of Peace.
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Last published Mon, Jul 28, 2025
Peace, oh peace,
I wonder how it feels,
I wonder if it flees,
I wonder about its pleas,
Do you wonder as much as me?
Oh read, oh read,
But not too deep-
This tale is stitched with secrets you might keep.
A touch too close, and it may bite,
For even beauty fears the light.
Oh stay, oh stay,
If silence doesn't drag you away.
The pages breathe, the ink is warm,
Not every heart survives the storm.
Oh weep, oh weep,
For what you'll find, you cannot keep.
A soul once torn may never mend,
This isn't fiction-it's the end.
Oh love, oh love,
Do you dare call this above?
A tragedy, a requiem, a scream in bloom-
Step inside.
There's always room.
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Contains sensitive content.
Readers should be over the age of 16.
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𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐋𝐢𝐧 didn't live. She existed. With many names and identities, one sticks out above the others; The Right Hand to the Devil. The Underworld fears her. Her boss knows better than to try and tame her. Death crafted her. Hell shaped her. Murder gave her something to quench that thirst for someone's life slipping through her hands. 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 is a best selling author with a bank account that runs deep and looks that rival a Greek God, but no one knows him. He doesn't need anyone, doesn't want them. And after spending his life pretending to be the perfect gold boy, the machine of a writer, he's ready to waste away in his apartment. But with a single encounter with a woman and a gun, life doesn't flash before his eyes. It starts. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬. He's seen things no one should and she walked out of Hell with more scars than she can count. One of them will 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. The other will 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞.
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