The Bane Of My Existence Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter Two. THIRD PERSON POV. Werewolf Realm (The Nightshade Clan) April 16 2025. (Present Date) Alpha Bane was leaning back in his leather chair, nursing a headache that felt like a rhythmic sledgehammer against his skull, when his office door didn't just open- it practically exploded off its hinges. "Your brother has gone mad, Bane!" His mother shrieked, storming inside.

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.

"That's your homework. Forget whatever the teachers give you." "Okay," Sam choked, feeling as if his throat was on fire. He made a mental note to buy a pack on the way home, as well as a tonne of mouthwash so his meddling mother wouldn't find out. She was one of those typical boomer generation people—terrified of cancer like it was waiting behind every corner to jump out and tear the organs from her body. Sam suspected most of the hype and warnings were just fearmongering. Last week they said bacon caused cancer too, and a world without bacon wasn't a place he wanted to live.

When things got rough, I used to just deal with it. But I can't deal with it now. I hate panic attacks. When I was about 16, they started, and they started because he died. My best friend died. I killed him. I killed my best friend to become an assassin. I miss him. I want to see him 9 am I didn't really know I've woken up until I awaken because of the rain and the storm. I'm feeling better since my panic attack at like 2 am this morning, I want to see the others.

, Karter broke the silence once I had finished my tale, "Any more and you would have been killed! Your system went into hibernation mode to try and heal itself" I could feel the fury buzzing around my small room. My fathers, brothers and Graysons all mixing together to create an invisible, toxic haze. I sighed with exhaustion as I leant back into the pillows. Even retelling my story brought on a sense of exhaustion I never knew was possible. "I'll go and get you some soup", my mum whispered. Her skin was as white as a sheet, and I could tell she was holding back tears as she silently left the room. "So, your turn", I looked around at the angry faces.

I have a secret. There was no decision to be made. I had no choice. I knew. The moment he crashed into me on that first day, I knew he would be something to me. A tormentor? Yes, at first he really was. Bane of my existence? Yes, more accurately. Perfectly described him when he called me stupid to my face. But he was also the reason I kept on fighting. He brought out something in me that wanted to claw itself out.

I panicked and chucked the pen away while yelling my head off. Then, I ripped a piece of my shirt and wrapped it tightly around my leg, the pain was just too intense! I ended up collapsing on the ground, covered in blood, and struggling to catch my breath. The words echoed in my mind, haunting me with each passing moment. "Please Steve, I'm scared," I choked out, feeling the tears stream down my face as I collapsed to the ground. The weight of it all felt crushing, and I couldn't bear the thought of enduring this pain day after day.