I was just a girl. I thrived for a better life. I had to act like it was alright but it wasn't. I was scared. Scared to rock the boat with the fear that my push might break it. Scared to voice out my opinions because I felt it would be tauted. I let my negativity and inferiority get the best out of me. It felt like I was perfectly fine but deep down, I was getting eaten up by the unknown. I was gradually fading away out of this world and I watched it happen like a pathetic fool! BUT NO!!! I had enough! I was tired of been defined by the words and thoughts of others. I was tired of been told of my abilities by someone who knew not a damn about me. I was fed up.. And I knew...that it was time. I knew that the cup of negativity was filled, it was time to break free out of that desolated shell I was stuck in for a long time. I knew...the time...was now. ~~~ I know not who you are or what you may be going through right now but I just wanna let you know that you can break free. You can be that which you wanna be. I trust that. And I want you to know that we can kill negativity...together. I am Favour Clinton, welcome to the Inner Empire. ~~ Nurture your mind with great thoughts. To believe in the heroic makes heroes

Everyone has their little fairytale which they believe will come true someday. Hell, they all have that itsy dream they hold on to just for survival. But for me, I had hell on earth. Every part of my life was a deceitful act of kindness.. Or at least I felt so. I found myself in the midst of the devil who deprived me of breath as he scanned me to see if I was actually worth it. If I was worth a try...the risk..his bosom. Twisted in love, hurt by the one I looked up to, I found myself vulnerable to basic bullshit. How in Hell's name do I get rid of the flaws in my life just to be like every normal girl? Just to be someone's "only one?" "I really don't want to meet anyone" I half smiled to the blonde girl who sat beside me taking a sip at her whiskey. "Hey, it's me. Quinn Adams, your bestie. Don't say no to me. I got a Friend who's dying to meet you" she smirked turning to her side. My eyes met his sharp intimidating eyes. There he was again, draining me of my color and very existence. "Come on, he's been waiting" she dragged me by the arm, heading for the bar. Quinn's drunken state caused me to bump into him in a fuss. "I'm so sorry" I said quickly said as I felt my mouth go dry at his bad boy demeanor. "It's fine, mind if I buy you a drink?" He offered with a smile. That was it. With that smile, I was lured into the lions den, waiting innocently to be devoured. All false hopes darling....

After a long day at the office trying to work herself out to the top at the office, Grace decides to take a cleansing bath when she hears a loud crash come from her bedroom. With the curiosity to find out what that was, she steps out the bath tub wrapping a towel above her breasts to investigate. She grabs a bar of soap, puts it into a sponge and wraps it so as to attack whoever it was that invaded her home at such ungodly hour of the night. Grace put all seeds of fear behind her as she opened the door slowly...at first she didn't see anyone, but when she stepped into the room...beside her dressing mirror sat a strange being. The very strange figure that kept appearing to her in her dreams.. Immediately, her spirit left her body and she could feel her head swelling at the sight of him. She fought for the voice to speak as she fidgeted. "W..who are you and how did you get into my house?" "I'm talking to you.." she proceeded to her drawers slowly where she had kept the sage given to her by a psychic to drive of evil. "who the hell are you?!!" Panic filled her as the unknown man appeared right before her in a twinkle of an eye. He gripped her wrist and she felt it... That icy touch that burned her skin strangely. Realising this, her eyes met his and she knew...this was no ordinary being. She feared greatly that this might be her last day on earth when the unknown man tightened his grip on her wrist. A tear escaped her eyes as she had not the voice to express her pain and fear. He leaned in closer to inhale her scent, trying to read her...wondering why she had summoned him. As soon as his nose meets her throat, she awakes from a sleep she didn't realise she was having, gasping for air. She felt a sharp pain on her left wrist and when she studied it, she could see it was slightly burnt and this sends chills down her spine because she knew now, she wasn't safe anymore.