The Bane Of My Existence Novels & Stories

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a

“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.'

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.

“You are my wife, and I will never let you go!” I woke up in a sweat. The nightmare of the night where I truly thought I was going to die plays over and over in my head. I tumble out of bed, hissing at the pain in my ribs and my stomach. It’s been a month since that night, and Bane has almost not been home, unless he wanted to take off some steam by beating the crap out of me, or worse, rape me. He takes immense joy in taking me over and over again when I’m not even ready for him. He relishes in my cries of pain and agony, and since they have fated along with my will to live, he tries to hurt me even more to get them back, but at this moment I don’t care. I would rather be killed by him, tha

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.’

He was freaking out and it wasn't healthy for the state he was in. "Zadkiel, I know... Please calm dow-" Irvin was again cut off by his mate who was fuming in anger. "Why I couldn't have this one normal thing in my life?! Why everything in my life has to make me freak out and cry over it?! I can't have one happiness without having a bump in the road! Found out I was a werewolf but couldn't turn, found my mate but was given a choice to kill him, found a best friend but then it was revealed that all of the connection we had was a pre-planning of God, found out I'm an angel and that I can't die so, now I have to watch everyone I love and care about die and repeat this over and over again becaus

I could barely stand and my vision had become rather hazy. “W-what’s happening?” I asked, “What did you do to me?” He laughed diabolically; “Two words Noah; Wolf Bane” My eyes widened in surprise. Wolf Bane? How? When? ****

That was the night the thought first came to her, quiet and unwelcome, slipping in somewhere between exhaustion and fear: "What if this problem just went away?" She hated herself the moment she thought it. And then she thought it again anyway. --- She found herself, two nights later, sitting in her car outside a bar on the edge of downtown — the kind of place with blacked-out windows and a name that didn't appear on any map app. She'd heard about it from a girl she used to work with years ago, someone who'd once mentioned, half-joking, that her cousin knew people who could "make problems disappear" for the right price. Chloe hadn't thought about that conversation in years. She thought about

or to Alaska, but I didn't think I could bear being that far away from Killian. It was the third day of my "exile,” and I was already going crazy. The restlessness was eating me alive. Only now did I realize what a perfect distraction my job had been. Without it, all I could do was think, and thinking meant creating all kinds of dark and horrifying scenarios in my head.

I won't be able to celebrate it with my family, but I hope by then I have a friend that will wish me a happy birthday, even though I know it's totally a dream but I wish. Right from my childhood, I'm not the type the moon goddess gifted a friend. Throughout my school, I've lived a lonely life, being alone. Some students take advantage of me and bully me. Sometimes I will want to stand for myself, but I know nothing good will come from it.