The Bane Of My Existence Novels & Stories

"If we are talking about this critically ,my whole year has been shitty ... Scratch that my whole life has been a whole lot of what you call bullshit " "Why was I even brought into this world my life is worse that a horror film because it's not a film or a nightmare but a fucking reality" I say ,the frustration at this point is frustrating and at this point me think about how frustrating my frustration is ,is making me more frustrated and the fact that I have said the word frustration more than twice is totally annoying and nerve-wracking because if I say that word one more time I might actually shoot myself in the head with a gun .

“I shouldn’t want you to come to my rescue, either.” “You don’t have to fight through life on your own anymore, Wren.” I reached for her again, but she slid away and off the bed. I groaned when I saw she was wearing short shorts and a tight tank. “I don’t want to come to rely on you. What we have, it has an expiration date.” “Not if you don’t want it to.” “Jesus, Bane, you’re a fucking drug dealer.” “And?” I shot back. “What I do for money and the kind of man I am are not the same. Not even fucking close.”

I could see how surprised he appeared. I guess no one had ever talked to him like that and ever lived to see the light of the day. Right now, I could tear all into pieces. “You need to not say that and stop.” Bane seethed. I could see the death glare he was shooting at me. Also, could see how his chest had started to rise and fall with anger. “You need to also leave me alone now or else I would reject you,” I let out with a threatening look, balling my fist in disappointment. My crush was better than this monster.

The sound rang out, leaving my ears ringing and my vision swimming with pain. "You troublemaker! We should never have brought you back!" I stared blankly at my parents, their faces twisted with cold fury. The color drained from my face. "The one tearing this family apart isn't me. It's Vanessa. And the mistake wasn't bringing me home. It was letting Vanessa stay." The system had already warned me that this world's remaining gratitude wasn't enough to keep me alive for another two days. Tomorrow, I would die. "This is the last time I'll call you Father and Mother."

and she was looking him back with her best toothy smile. But one thing which Ryan didn't know that this time A will gonna leave her traces not just in car..but everywhere...in his life too... My life was in full speed.. But suddenly speed breaker came..and I need to breathe.. What I see there ..I can never forget.. Ohh god... my luck come with this stupid brat.. People say ..badluck will never leave u till u die.. But my life is already a hell...is she going to join my life...

If she did have the journal with her, as what that trusted Alerian historian claimed. Killing the ignition, I got out from my car and slammed the door shut. My spirits somehow dwindled day by day since the revelation. Each day when I wake up, I dread the feeling of wanting to kill the man I love. "The one you love is the one you'll kill," I muttered sarcastically under my breath. Funny that I still managed to conjure dark poetry lines in dire situations such as this, or maybe I had gone to the deep end. Yeah, right. Maybe Derek would haul ass me to the nearest asylum.

This was the most annoyed I have felt! And no matter how I looked at it, only one name seemed to come to mind. Serena. This was all her. All her fault! She truly was the bane of my existence! “Unbelievable!” I hissed, seething through my teeth as I drowned yet another glass of burning scotch. Appreciating the burning intensity as I took a glass more. Then another. Another, and another! That was it.

ALINA’S POV I just want to say, whoever was behind the little pop up notification I received earlier today. That little notification I got before work, saying I would have a good day today?? Well, that person’s a bastard. A big bastard. Bigger than the bastard I had to sit beside today, and all the other bastards I had to tolerate and endure! I mean, what the hell? What. The. Actual. Hell?

He seemed completely indifferent to the fact that he was choking me, his gaze drifting over me with a disconcerting lack of concern. My vision began to blur as my eyes rolled back in my head, and I felt my life slipping away. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks: Vulvan was going to kill me over a painting. This was how it was all going to end. My struggles ceased as I watched my life fade to black, my thoughts consumed by the cruel irony of it all.

He was so brilliant, so calculating, yet completely blind to what was happening right in front of him. "You are completely wrong," I choked out, a fresh tear escaping. "You are the father of my children, Bane." Bane sighed, a heavy, tired sound as he looked down at his lap. "Are you worried that you won't be able to leave once you give birth? Because I’ll be dead?" I pulled my hands away from his face, looking away as a bitter wave of frustration washed over me. Tears completely flooded my vision. "Do you really think that low of me?" I asked, my voice cracking.