The Bane Of My Existence Novels & Stories

My suitcase wheels rattled loudly as I dragged it out of the motel. Outside, I stopped by the roadside. I tried calling my mother to see if she could transfer some money to my mobile bank account but there was no answer. I lowered the phone slowly, staring at the screen like it could miraculously solve my problem. Cars kept moving. People kept going. And I just stood there, like a ghost in the night. I let out a shaky breath. Of all times for this to happen. There was only one person I could go to right now. And the worst part? He used to love me too.

We have a problem. Bane: someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today. Ferrell: I think bro you mean on the wrong side of life. Bane: true that. Anthony: haha maybe you mean lifestyle. I rolled my eyes at my phone. L: if you guys don't tell me where the hell you are I'm gonna come and make sure I beat you till you finally learn to keep those things to yourself. Bane: I told you so. Anthony: I think his new attitude is because a very certain girl is missing.

To face Chaos and kick his grimy, disgusting, perverted ass into the void. *This is How Villains are Made* She was getting stronger and I failed to eliminate the weak mates. Bane of my existence, they are. Safe in a cocoon of sleep in that damn meadow. I can’t reach anything there. Adalith blocks me at every attempt. Why are they so special? Why are they going to replace us? Were we not good enough? I was the prime creation. I was allowed to create this universe.

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.

she asked and sat beside her. Mea taps her upper body with her towel. “He’s awful. Too full of himself.” “Then you do something with that.” “It’s his problem.” She took her phone from the matt behind her, a safe distance from the water. “I’d rather practice with online chatting than this, this is horrible.” Renee grabbed her phone and took a picture of her as she struggled to get it back. “What is wrong with you?” she screamed and stood to reach it, but Renee tiptoed higher.