The Bane Of Your Existence Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

"Why do you call me that? You always call me that and I've never been able to figure out why." "Little Fighter? Because it's what you are." The honestly in his eyes was breathtaking. I frowned, "But I'm not. I mean I know I'm not exactly statuesque but I'm really not a fighter. Never have been." If I could fight maybe I wouldn't have frozen that night. Head tilted to the side Max seemed to study me, puzzled. "That's exactly what you are. You got bitten and it didn't break you. You adapted to a whole new life without cracking. That's fighting if ever I saw it."

Your childish dreams about that selfish guy being your true love are going to destroy you. 'Robyn leave her alone. What's your problem with her having found her true love? What's the big deal?" Beau said again. Robyn wanted to smack him so bad. "Things like a one true love do not exist, grow up!" "Of course they happen to people. Why don't you seem to believe it why are you hell bent on proving they are not?"

"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 .

My lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, and I pulled away from him and sucked in a sharp breath. "I'm sorry," Bane whispered, creasing my cheek. "You shouldn't have done that. You're Anna's mate," I shook my head, feeling disgusted with myself for doing this to Anna. "Can we not talk about Anna?" "Why not?" Bane sighs. "I might as well tell you. Annabella is my mate. But so are you," "Go to her. Tell her this," Bane shakes his head. "I can't do that. I shouldn't have even told you that you're my mate,"

He has earned people's immense hate and loath. His is lowering his head and crying silently when she grabbed his shirt's collar and said angrily, " you are a sinner. Your sins are huge. My kids are too much unlucky that they have gotten a father like you. You have destroyed everything. I was leading a peaceful life until you enterd into my life. You have filled my life with too much tension and mental pressure".

I began to explain myself. I wanted to cry, but I refrained. To cry over our system, which wipes out the innocent and works for the killers. What kind of life was that? What kind of world? "Will you tell me why you did this?" I got even angrier. "I DON'T HAVE TO GIVE YOU ANY EXPLANATIONS! I HATE YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A GARBAGE." I started shouting. "Please don't shout so much, we're in the center of Rome."

He disposed of the condom and chuckled. "Aaron, no. My fear lies in the one who does the killing," "Blake?" "The one they call White Bane. He is always wearing a mask so his face is unseen, but he is indeed a devil. He slaughters men like they are meat and ends his captives in the most gruesome way. So, he is the one I am afraid of, not Aaron." ‘Anderson,’ I thought. "Let's just enjoy our time together, I'm tired and hungry and thirsty. I'm going to need my strength if I want to keep up with your sexual needs," I winked at him, making him laugh.

I glance at Bane, who is focused on the road, clearly annoyed that I opened his window. "Do you have a mate?" he asks, losing focus and nearly causing an accident. "Hey, keep your eyes on the road!" I remind him as he continues driving. "So, do you have a mate?" "Why? Do you want to be my mate?" "Of course! That would make me the happiest woman in the world. But no, I don’t want to be tied to you in any way in this life. I wouldn’t drink from you even if you were the last drop of water on Earth," I reply sarcastically.