When night spreads its veil over the city, when everybody else is sleeping, a hidden world comes to life. Mythical monsters and magical creatures lurk in the shadows waiting for their next victim, hidden in the safety of night. It's her job to hunt them and kill them. While everyone else is i

My name is Jessica. I am seventeen years old. My mother and father are dead. I cannot speak. I have no heart. My name is Jessica. I am seventeen. I cannot speak. My mother and father are dead. Everyone hates me. I am a nobody. I have no heart.

Jessica hated crying. She didn’t like showing the world that even she could break; she may have been the ever strong, ever passionate ice princess, but she was still a girl. She still had feelings, emotions, and pain. To her, crying was a sign of weakness, and weakness was unacceptable.  Whenever she felt tears coming, she’d always used to tell herself; No tears for the strong. It always made her stop, always dried her watering eyes and cleared her sinuses. No tears for the strong;