Banban X Banbaleena Novels & Stories

Crean lounges with his back to the window, rolling a length of shadow-rope between finger and thumb, eyes crawling over us like grease. “Hello again, Annabel,” Bane purrs, as if the name isn’t a grave we already pissed on. “I see obedience still isn’t in your vocabulary.” I smile without teeth. “It’s Allison, rotting brain. And you’re talking to me.” Crean’s eyebrows tip up. “Oh?” “Dawn,” I say, and let my eyes go silver. Bane flinches. He recovers. “You always were a bitch. It was better when you were not there and Annabel was all alone.”

This night had taken an unexpected turn. His phone buzzed. It was Jax. J: I’m in the kitchen. B: Come up to my office. Moments later, there was a knock on the door and Jax walked in with two plates of sandwiches and two beers. “Anna thought you might need this,” Jax said, and gave Bane a plate and beer. “Of course she did.” Bane smiled and gestured for Jax to sit down. As Bane took the first bite out of the sandwich, he noticed Jax trying to look around without being noticed.

*** Inabot kami ng gabi sa paglilibot uli sa resort gamit ang bangka. So far, nag-enjoy din naman ako kahit papaano. Nang bumaba na kami mula sa bangka ay agad naming hinanap ang mga kasama naming mga lalaki. Nang biglang may tumakip sa mga mata ko Sisikuhan ko na sana ang gumawa nito ng magsalita ito. "Xzy, wag mo kaming susuntukin, ah, hehe, may surprise kasi kami sa'yo, eh. Wag mo ring tatanggalin ang piring mo" Bane said.

I managed to organize for a crib to be set up, too. Once all the arrangements were made, I started telling my Bella about what we were going to be doing for the girls. I definitely scored some brownie points there because she then asked me to come closer to her and put her arms around my neck, pulled me down, and kissed me. She said that I was God sent and SUPER AWESOME! I was no longer in the dog box, I was now ‘Super Awesome’, YES! I am going to work hard to maintain her current opinion of me. Careful not to let it slip about our estate, I explained to her why we had to remain the anonymous owners of the orphanage. It’s truly a strange world we live in. The rich are always in the limelight

Nova only took one more small piece of meat from me before leaving the rest, so I picked up another sausage and held it out to Bane before he went back to scour the remains of Xavier's breakfast. He happily took it from me, pulling it over to the side of the desk before scarfing it down and looking expectantly from me to the other sausage on my plate. "Yes, you can have it," I told him, and he very happily came back to take that one as well before Xavier finally came back over beside me.

“Okay, if you are sure. But I do not need your help taking a bath. I am seven years old, you know - I do not need to be beaten down with a bundle of fir branch venik. I can do it all by myself now!” “And who will steam your bath? Who will spit sparks onto the stove to start a fire? Do not tell me you have suddenly become a bannik. There is only room at this royal inn for one.” Anya scrunched her face so she looked a bit like a wrinkled prune. “Why would I want to be a bannik? You have to help people in the banya all day. How boring. I am going to be like prince Ivan Tsarevich or the warrior queen Maria Morevna – battling monsters, villains, and saving beautiful princesses. All you

Zeni does not know who Karla is and only thinks every time Karla's actions make him upset and annoyed because Karla suffers from stars syndrome. Zeni's eyes watched Baina as the girl stylized under the lamp with a style-directing voice telling her to do various poses without any complaining sounds coming out of her mouth. "Two teenage girls who have extraordinary talents. Baina is very good at styling while Emma is very good at designing, although I prefer Emma to be stylish too." Zeni hopes that Emma will be willing to become a model, although now it must be more difficult to persuade her because Abyan forbids it.

Because we both knew. Class ended eventually, though I barely remembered it. I was packing my bag when footsteps stopped behind me. “Hey.” I turned. Bane stood there, close enough that I caught his scent again. My heartbeat stumbled. “What?” I asked quietly. He looked at me for a moment before speaking. “What’s your name?” I hesitated. “…Livana.” He repeated it once under his breath. Then he asked, “Are you an Omega?” My grip tightened around my bag. “Yes,” I said slowly. “Why?”

another elder said, his tone colder still, “entwined in matters far beyond your place. The Alpha’s public rejection only confirms what the whispers have long suggested—that you overstepped. That you sought what was never yours to take.” The words burned, but she held her tongue. Elder Morwen leaned forward, clasping her hands. “There are those who call for your immediate banishment. Others,” her eyes flickered with the faintest smile, “suggest leniency, for the sake of avoiding scandal.” The word *banishment* dropped into the chamber like a stone into deep water. Serena’s breath caught—not because she was afraid of leaving, but because leaving meant severing the last fragile thread between h

“Is it okay if I take a seat here?” Steffan nodded, “Sure. No problem.” The lady smiled brightly as she placed her Frappuccino and a small box of macaroons on the table, “Thank you. I’m Karla, by the way.” When Steffan heard her name, he suddenly remembered Karlisle. His heart throbbed even faster since the lady’s name sounded like Karlisle’s. Karla noticed that Steffan was already staring at a blank space so he started to get his attention.