Romans & histoires Ban And Elaine Fanfiction

She was his mate, and instead of loving her, he banished her when she killed the love of his life...

As for Elaine. “Who knows what you might say if I let you talk? Unfortunately, we’re not best friends,” I replied, remembering that I had blocked Elaine from Devon when I found out Isaiah was my mate. “What is there to say? That the Moon Goddess paired them with a maniac. Do you have some plans I don’t know about?” Elaine questioned me. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Just be a good little she-wolf, and let me work my magic for the both of us.”

My nose lifts to inhale every drop, hoping to consume it all before it’s gone. “Something wrong, Bane?” Brad’s words sound innocent enough, but his face is smug. Too smug. What the hell did he do? He comes closer, looking like the psychopath I know him to be. Peyton is all over him, their fragrances comingling to create a horrid concoction. He lowers his voice to an octave those around can’t hear. Not over the noise and their own conversations, even with enhanced abilities. “She’s a feisty one you know?" Brad gloats, finding a nerve he can exploit and is succeeding at it. “Peyton. She’s a real scream—”

His eyes sharpened, sweeping over the marks on my body again, as if searching for proof they were drawn on. Emma's outstretched hand froze in midair. The pain and shock on her face slowly turned to confusion and hesitation. She looked at me, then at Priscilla, and finally turned her eyes to Hylton. Having been "played", Hylton frowned again as a look of anger flared up. He barked, "Alina, have you had enough? It's my mom's birthday! Did you really have to pull a stunt like this for sympathy and ruin everything?"

“I was angry. I didn’t mean—” Rowan opened his mouth, still trying to explain and coax Elisa. But she didn’t wait. Her hand swung fast and hard. The slap echoed through the room. Rowan staggered back, shock blazing across his face. “You disgusting, manipulative psychopath!” Elisa screamed. “I can't believe I trusted you!” Her voice cracked as she grabbed her purse from the sofa. “I trusted you with my life,” she sobbed. “But you were just manipulating me to fulfill your selfish desires.”

She said I had misled my dad about the Sullivan family and caused Quiana’s death. She persuaded my dad to lock me in a cold storage room and secretly set the temperature to −58°F. Having returned to the past, I would no longer be my mom’s pawn. I would make her taste what it was like to lose everything. With that thought, I took out the letter Quiana had once left for my dad. “Dad, does eloping mean Mom ran away with Mr. Lewis and doesn’t want me anymore? I found this in her drawer. I can’t read it, so I don’t know where she’s hiding. Can you help me? Let’s go find her together, okay?”

“Hey.” He waited until she looked up. “What’s wrong?” Elaine almost smiled. She’d barely said anything, barely even looked at him, and he’d already clocked something was wrong. “It’s nothing… just foundation stress.” “More than that, Elly. Come on. Tell me. Is it the illness…?” Liam ventured, leaning forward. She shook her head. “Not that…” “I won’t tell anyone.” Elaine sighed, hand lifting to her neck again, fingers finding the mark. “Just…have you ever heard of a way to get rid of marks from mate bonds?”