The Bane Of My Existence の小説・ストーリー

Selena pov I register when something heavy falls on my body and his mark is burning painfully, I know he is dead and that brings me some relief through the pain. I can't move a muscle and it doesn't take long before I feel how my body starts to shut down bit by bit!

“Or it could be terrible, and painful. It could suck so bad, and i don’t want to be the cause of it” “It could make this mark go away. It could take away a huge part of myself that I hate. I haven’t been able to eat properly since this mark. Please, Ax. I want to try” tears fill my eyes, and I try to blink them away, but it doesn’t work.

Aliyah's POV The silver blade had only nicked me, but the sting felt like brand new. Since Professor Whyte’s so-called 'Null-Bane' had settled into my marrow, making every sensation was magnified ten-fold. Without the golden warmth of my Zeen wolf to dull the edges of the pain, I felt fragile, like a glass sculpture left out in a storm.

“Uh! That's an old story. For how long will they suffer financial set back? They know what their problem is. I pin it down to wickedness and insensitivity. I'm incapacitated by this barricade round me, that's all. Else, I don't brood over what I can do to them.’ “Oh, it's terrible. I know, I know. Hunger is the strongest force here on earth, if you ask me. No matter who you are, it can gun you down.' “Thundi rumbled, his eyes meeting Banzi's. 'It's acutely frustrating, Banzi when you have to depend on others, not your momma for your good.' “It's true.' Banzi empathized. 'I understand. I have decided to take things in good grace.'

The curse wins. Bane wins. I lose everything. Again.

Every sound faded into oblivion as the heavy truth dawned on me. “Bane is dead”

Three was enough. He craned his head backward. “I – I’m a Bane, from a second-class aristocratic family,” he said. “We have plenty of fighters in our family who haven’t shown their faces yet. You’d better think about it. You probably won’t be able to escape if you kill me!” “Hah! I don’t fear death. Besides, I believe that every problem can be solved once we get there!” Fane laughed. That one sentence sent a chill crawling up the other man’s spine.

Blake P.O.V. The roof’s a bad joke; waist-high parapet that’d make a safety inspector faint, a chimney that leans like it’s thinking of retirement, and a view too pretty for what’s been happening underneath it. Bane comes for me because of course he does. He always picks the wrong fight.

Just numbers, symbols, and the incessant need to bang my head against the wall over an unsolvable problem. Fun. Bane was restless. He constantly let out low growls to tell me how uncomfortable he was. My mind flooded with images…memories of her. Bane didn’t want me to forget. He didn’t want me to pour myself into the world of numbers and leave him alone with the dark thoughts. ‘You’re avoiding it,’ Bane said finally, voice rough like gravel. I didn’t bother looking up. “I’m solving the problem. That’s all.” ‘This isn’t math,’ he replied. ‘You can’t just find an answer and be done.’

Even in my previous life, when she was tortured to death, she never let go of my hand. Tears fell like raindrops onto the soil. At this moment, I was in so much pain that even breathing hurt. "Need any help?" I looked up and met Edwina Simpson's dark, gentle eyes. At yesterday's banquet, both Miriam and Edwina were struck by snake venom. In my previous life, I was so fixated on saving Miriam that I slashed my own wrist to give her my blood as an antidote. This caused Edwina to miss the critical window for treatment and ultimately die from the venom.