Bane Of My Existence Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

Emma was about to reach for the door handle and stopped. “It’s okay, Angel. The house is empty.” She looked up at him. “No one’s at home?” “No, not a soul. It’s just you and me.” She nodded and opened the door and invited Bane inside. Bane had never been in a place like this. He had grown up in a mansion, the few friends he had growing up were also living in mansions or were children of his father’s men and would come to the mansion. As he got older, his lifestyle wasn’t one that had him invited to places like this. So he looked around with curiosity as they walked into the living room. It was a tiny living room by his standards. But it felt different, warm and cosy. Bane noticed Emma glanci

I respond. "Yeah, right! Get out of my car!" he shouts, pulling me out, and I fall to the ground. My body goes numb, and my eyelids feel heavy. The last thing I see is him reaching for my bag before everything goes black. BANE'S POV This girl is such a hassle; everything she says is just nonsense. She’s done nothing but annoy me today. I find her bag and toss it at her while she pretends to be unconscious. I get back in my car and drive home, glancing at her in the rearview mirror, but she doesn’t move.

My muscles ripple and tense, a shiver running from my fingertips to my toes. Upright, and hand in his I meet the gaze of the mysterious stranger, only to be met with pitch black eyes. Underneath, the face of a man who can end my life without blinking. Albeit the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on, but an incredibly deadly one. And I, the idiot, insulted him. The future alpha of Blackstone. Bane Black. “Oh, Goddess.” My cheeks pale, hand dropping from his, and with it the light sparks and tingles his touch seems to bring. Maybe it’s an alpha thing? “I’m sorry, Alpha, I didn’t realize it was you and I never would have—”

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I'm gripping onto my thighs so tightly that it's the only thing grasping me to reality "Daniel p-p-please" I beg I don't even know for what but I'm definitely begging. I need to find my release. I need to scream. I need to make noises something anything "Oh I'm down here Mr. Babanin eating my girlfriend out," Daniel says and my eyes widen. No, he didn't. I hear Mr. Babanin chuckle sounding almost pleased by Daniel's answer "That a boy," he says and Daniel winks at me. My mouth drops open in shock

"**INITIATING: RECOVERY OF BIOLOGICAL MATERIALS.**" "Leave him alone!" I roared, the violet seed in my hand glowing with a frantic, white-hot heat. "Take me! I'm the one who broke your bridge! I'm the one who defaulted!" --- ## Chapter 72: The Bankruptcy of the Soul The mechanical heart slowed its rhythm, a deep, resonant *thud* that shook the floor beneath my feet. A holographic screen manifested in front of me, displaying a complex, glowing equation that made my eyes bleed.

"Don't do this." "I have to because you'll understand eventually." Bane steps back carefully, positioning himself outside the circle's boundary. "When you're free of his darkness, you'll thank me." The blood mage begins chanting in a language that sounds like dying, like screaming given voice, like corruption itself speaking. The words scrape against my ears and burrow into my skull. Pain starts slowly, building like a distant storm. A burning sensation begins in my chest, right where the claiming mark sits, where Valerian's mark lives on my skin.

Chapter 41 is the BIRTH chapter and it's going to absolutely wreck you! END OF CHAPTER FORTY

The line went dead before I could breathe a single word into it. I stood there for a half second with a disconnected phone pressed against my ear and the particular hollowness of a plan that had just collapsed before it had fully taken shape. The girl's voice had been unhurried, domestic almost, the voice of someone completely at ease in a space she considered her own. I filed that away without examining it, because the doorway was still occupied and that required my attention first. I crossed the room and looked at the guard. “I'll expose you.”