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I removed the USB and scrubbed my footprints on the laptop, left where I improved the marketing and closed it. Ideas stabbed my insides again as I walked out of the office. Everything stemed down to money and power. I walked out of the office. Power is madness. The moment you taste it, you won’t be able to taste anything else. When it seeps under your skin and flows in your blood, it turns to poison. The best way to snatch power is by exploiting the human mind. People are simple. Make them crave something. Give them what they crave. Then snatch it from between their fingertips. I'll snatch the power and get what's mine.

Power is always associated with trouble. Sometimes it is great enough to save us from trouble, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it is so great that trouble can't get close and sometimes its greatness is the reason why trouble comes. Sometimes it's not about how you use it, sometimes it's about the power itself. The mere existence of a certain power could stir up fear, awe, hatred and envy depending on who percieved it and how they do. "My power is supposed to kind that helps me escape trouble" Victor said to himself as he drove through an empty road with nothing but desert on both sides.

16 : 00pm After a long day of fighting my bad habits , fighting my demons and improving in every way possible. I shake my head in disappointment as I hit a set back. I get this intense urge to throw random items against the wall , but I refrain from doing so. Over the years , I have picked up many bad habits. I wish I had the guts to tell you ladies and gentlemen – I really wish I could , however my disgust and my embarrassment stops me from doing so.

I said, “I believed them. I thought power was something other people gave you. A title. A bond. A curse. A prophecy.” I placed a hand over my own chest. “I was wrong,” I said simply. “Power isn’t what they hand you. It’s what you claim. For yourself. And then, if you choose, for the people you love.” I let the words settle. “I claimed mine,” I said. “On an altar. In a council room. In a hospital hallway. In a classroom full of sticky‑fingered pups. Every time I said, ‘No. Not like this,’ I was rewiring something that had been rotting for generations.”

× Trix × “You talk too much,” I say, my voice low and calm, though every muscle in my body is strung tight. Salcom stops. “Oh? Did I hit a nerve? Don’t like being reminded of how small you really are?” He leans forward, resting his hands on his knees like he’s speaking to a child. “Here’s the thing, Trix. Power isn’t about who has the best speeches, or who commands the most respect. Power is about winning . It’s about crushing your enemies so thoroughly that they’ll never dare to challenge you again.”

I looked up and saw all eyes on me, soaking in every word, I smiled and looked back at my notes, “After all these, Victor Ejiofor dropped a note, “Over the course of two months, I have studied the meditations of the stoics so as to achieve peace and perhaps unlock a single encompassing rule to mental development. I wouldn’t call myself a master but one rule was most emphasized, “As often as you can remind yourself of the things that you can control and the things you can’t, when you dedicate your mental power to the former, things might not necessarily get better but their effects would bother you a lot less. When this happens, you might find peace or some semblance of it.” I let out a breat

This is whom I love. Love had not been the means to the power; it had been the result of truth. The power he had first wielded—the kind that dominated boardrooms and moved markets—had been the fortress built to hide the man inside. Opening his door to Jonah had not been a choice to relinquish that power; it had been dismantling the fortress, demonstrating that the man inside was more powerful outside of it.

And we know that emotion is the most powerful thing in the world. And the latter is the first district, they are the ones with superpower and the ones who can see into the future, they said it was useless but I say no. They have the power to change what happens because they saw it beforehand. And that they should be afraid as well. All of our traits only improve when we train. And if you don’t stay you stay at the lowest level in what they say is powerless.

Alpha Gordon says. “You will need to do everything in your power to protect her. She will want to heal everyone, but she cannot do it. It will be to her detriment,” he says to me. “How so?” I ask feeling confused. “As her powers strengthen, her ability to heal will strengthen. However, as with all good things, there is a balance that must be met. That balance is that she will begin to assume whichever illnesses she heals,” he says.

The zeal which begins with hypocrisy must conclude in treachery; at first it deceives, at last it betrays. -Francis Bacon Laying with his eyes open, he analyzed his situation. His options...there pros and cons. And he had barely closed his eyes when the dawn broke, the first rays of sun infiltrating through the curtains of his private chamber, bathing the large room in a golden glory. 'It was another starting! ' But what a foul way of starting the day when the first thing you notice is your mistake of last night?