روايات وقصص ضمن The Bane Of Your Existence

Caiden shouted. Jarus stopped and glanced back through his shoulder. “I will gather my men and rally them to Elijah and Lady Sophia. They must know that the Bane of the Dragons had been awakened.” Sophia didn't understand. Turn him back to what? She wracked her brain trying to figure out what exactly he meant when it dawned on her. A smile cracked her face, and she sprinted toward the battle, pushing magic into her feet to increase her pace to an ungodly speed. She barely heard Caiden’s voice calling out to her.

I groaned in annoyance when she shut the door behind her, folding her shoulders determined. How the hell was I going to get out of this? **** It's been a week since my father's funeral and for the first time since then, I was about to take my first step out of the house and into civilisation. With Panic! At The Disco spilling their impeccable tunes into my ears, I walked arm in arm with Cassandra to our favourite cafe. Rhonda's Selection. Best cakes and pies I have ever tasted. I had ordered a coconut cake with custard filling while Cassandra ordered a strawberry cheesecake. I had specifically asked for our orders to be taken out separately, so I wouldn't have to deal with the two cakes acci

I have dealt with you in the past, Calliana. No one will want you around; not your parents, not your friends; Calliana, you are alone for this journey; One of your mates is Evil, the other is good; but cursed to have a mate like you. which one will you choose this time, Calliana? I'll be waiting. Good luck. My stomach formed knots. What kind of game is Bane playing with me? And what the hell am I for the Kingdom to hang me if they knew what I was?.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

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.

now he sounds like he's begging. "I'm not your mate, Bane. I already have a mate."

I might as well not exist. This is it. I’ve officially hit rock bottom.

“What’s a possibility?” “Just talking work stuff. Boring, rest assured.” Rebecca smiled and enjoyed the calm the young African-American man exuded. “Work stuff is not for happy hour. You’ve officially been banned from bringing it up again.” He winked and looked over at Bill. “You too, young man!” Bill laughed. “Hey, you call me young man and I’m likely to do just about anything.” Rebecca shook her head. “Selling your soul for a compliment. Looks like your momma should’ve taught you the tricks the devil pulls.”