The Bane Of My Existence Novels & Stories

"Do you want to deny it? I still have one proof, that person is still alive, Robin, he was there too. You buried that frail body covered in blood… with your own hands, and filled with tears. You loved her even at first sight, with that pale face… even though her eyes were closed." Bane was silent, but a few tears fell from his eyes, he did not expect Reina to know the darkest history of his life, the darkest period ... the time he wanted to erase ... but he did not have the control to do it, it was a moment that was always repeated in His nightmare when his body was not too tired ... he would dream about that moment ... continuously. That's why he likes to spend his nights working out..he'll

I was just busy surviving but he made it hard… way too hard. The agony of all of the things that he said is still hunting my mind. The taste of disgusts still bothers me especially with the memory of the things that he made me do. I am okay with him using me for pleasure and degrading me but letting someone to use me like I am some sort of meat is something that I cannot imagine that he will do. Punishing.Brutal. Merciless.

And as I awaken, the cruel reality of my existence comes crashing down upon me like an unforgiving wave. As I slowly sit up, shivers wrack my body, not only from the chill in the air but also from the trepidation that accompanies each new day. I'm trapped in a nightmare from which there is no escape. This is my life, a relentless cycle of suffering and despair.

My heart pounds. “You carry ancient power,” Bane says quietly. “And if they learn your true name, if they learn exactly who you are, they will not wait three days.” Fear grips me completely. “What will they do?” I ask softly. He looks directly into my eyes. “They will drain you slowly,” he says. “Until nothing is left.” Tears burn in my eyes but I refuse to cry. “Why are you telling me this?” I demand. “If you were sent to watch me then whose side are you on?”

“You… know?” Celine stepped in, her voice sharp. “Then say it. Stop speaking in riddles.” “You won’t want to hear this,” he said quietly. “It’s worse than you think.” “I don’t care how bad it is,” I shot back. “You tell me who destroyed my life.” “Jane—” “I don’t want your sympathy, I want a name!” He looked at me for a long moment, like he was measuring how much truth I could take before I shattered.

"No! That's not me! It can't be me! Who did this? Who the fuck did this to me? I can't remember anything! How did this happen?! Why's this happening?" His cries were so gut-wrenching, so full of sheer devastation, echoing throughout Bane's mansion.

I said but he cut me off in between. " I what... Huh? What problem you have with me " he thundered back. " I have a problem with your existence... Why do you even exist on earth " I said as I tried to keep my tears at bay, I will not cry no... I will not. " oh, so now you even have a problem with my existence you... You.. " he got stuck. " you... You... What? Huh? Can't even find words to argue... How will you find there is nothing you can say about me " I said with a smirk.

I unconsciously hid my head on the menu and prayed to God that he doesn’t notice us. ‘Sh*t, I forgot, you’re the God.’ Who am I praying to anyway, a small cotton ball who knows nothing but to eat and chatter? ‘He CAN’T see us.’ I repeated this sentence over and over in my head. If he even remembers us as the girl from the mall everything’s screwed, I’m screwed! Natalie would know that I was in that mall during that day and the reason why her cousin was late. That would be no big problem if it were anyone, but we’re talking about Benedict here. He’s a semi-lead, the “yandere” type to be exact.

I wipe the sweat from my brow then my naked chest. I’ve just spent two hours in the gym with Chris. I need to work some of the frustration out of me. However, after lifting weights and kickboxing, I don’t feel any better. Goddess knows what will help. ‘Getting our mate back?’ ‘Don’t start, Bane. I’m not in the mood.’ My wolf growls but stops talking. He’s barely bothered with me in days. Bane is angry with me for not going to Lilly and trying to make her understand that I want to make things works.

And what am I? I was just a girl with a sick brother and a stepsister who competed with me for every scrap of attention. A stepmother who hated me, an abusive husband who stole my peace, and a father who had never once cared if I lived or died. Even if I tried to fight for Zaydeen, who would stand behind me? No one. He would forever be desired by many. And the best thing for me? It is to exist without him. I downed the rest of my drink, the liquid burning a path down my throat.