The Bane Of My Existence 소설 & 이야기

Angel One thing that I hate more than pink is Monday. I'm not a morning person, and the beeping of my alarm is annoying me as hell. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Shut! Beep! The! Beep! Fuck! Beep! Up!

every night my spirit is entangled within the fangs of bitterness, my strength ebbs away at the ticking of the time, I am most miserable of all men, even more miserable than the beast of the field, my light has become a great darkness, happiness no longer comes to my dwelling place, I have only taken a place to live, which will definitely be filled up some days when I had made it empty, if I am denied the joy of my life, the only thing that should parch a smile to my face in this vile world of

"What kind of things?." I shrug, "I like him, but I hate myself for it," my mother wraps her arms around me and hugs me tightly, "You should not be ashamed, your only human; girls your age often likes more than one boy," she chuckles, I narrow my eyes, "Bane is my abuser Mama,"

Somehow, the thought of her gives me strength. I walk and walk, using the trees as support and as I do, blood drips from my body and seeps into the soil beneath me. At the rate I am bleeding, I might just die before I even reach the Council of Elders. This is not good. I am too far away to establish a mind link with Hayden and my healing factor is not working fast enough to heal my wounds. ‘You suck,’ Bane growls. ‘Look who’s talking,’ I snap back.

One bleeding. One broken. One burning. I closed my eyes. If I wasn’t allowed to exist— Then I’d burn down everything that said I couldn’t.

A not-so-subtle reminder that I royally fucked up, and now it’s time to suffer the consequences for going against the Goddesses divine will. I’m fading fast, the pain becoming too unbearable to manage, my surroundings going dim as I tumble into a chasm of chaos, hurt, and misery. The last thing to haunt me as I’m slipping into the underworld— Bane’s bright blue eyes, gazing upon me. With his irises rests the hurt of a thousand wolves crying out for the pain and loss of their mate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up exhausted. Not normal exhausted either. The kind that settled deep into my bones and made even breathing feel annoying. The moment I opened my eyes, pain rolled through my stomach again, sharp enough to make me curl slightly beneath the blanket with a groan. Nyx whimpered softly inside me. We both already knew why. Bane. Apparently my ex-mate had been very busy last night. Again. Honestly, the mate bond was one of the most disgusting things the Moon Goddess had ever created because why exactly did I need to suffer while he enjoyed himself with Pia? It was unfair. Humiliating. And deeply unhealthy.

They told her about her login credentials. “I can’t believe you used my second name!” Mea said. She hated Cristy for its phonetic similarity with crispy. She said she felt like a deep-fried nugget when she’s called that. But the immediate reason was that she just wasn’t used to it. She downloaded the Gossip app using the Café’s free wifi. When she logged in, she got confused with the twinkling red circle on her Gossips box. She tapped it and saw tons of accounts, all in men's profile pictures.

I saw tears came out of his eyes. I want to cry. I want to touch him, to comfort him. I can see that he is hurting. This is all my fault! He is hurting because of my decision! I am hurting all of them. I don’t know what to do anymore. Then my phone suddenly rang. It’s Nic. "Sorry, Bryan. I need to answer this." I answered it while Bryan is waiting for me to finish my phone call. "Yes, Nic. I’ll be back tomorrow. See you. Bye."