The Bane Of Your Existence Mga Nobela at Kwento

The weight of the book that Amaya had thrown at me caused my back to hurt. “FUCK YOU, BANE!” Since when did she become so vulgar? I watched as her fist clenched while she stared daggers at me. Her breathing was fast, shallow, and ragged. "What is wrong with you?" I yelled, my voice carrying with a mixture of raw shock and sudden, defensive fury. "What’s wrong with me??? What the hell is wrong with you, Bane? You’re sick!!!”

"It's a good thing we caught her in the act of destroying Vivian's photo. I mean, who knows how Mabel has been using her role as class monitor to bully Vivian when no one else was looking?" Those around completely pushed Brandon over the edge. He strode over and loomed above me, asking, "Which hand did you use to tear it?" I was just about to speak, but Brandon brought his foot down hard on my right hand; the pain overwhelmed me immediately, causing tears to surge out from the sheer agony. "Is this the hand?" Brandon lifted his foot slightly, then brought it down again with all his might, stomping so hard that I clearly heard the sound of a bone snapping.

Fine, I will think about it " I said. We bid ourselves goodnight and I went up to my room to sleep. The following morning, I arrived at my company, Blackwood enterprises like a storm. When I got out of the elevator, my assistant looked up and greeted me, "Good morning, Mr Blackwood," she said "There is nothing good about this morning", I said before walking into my office. I spent the next hour burying myself with back to back meetings, trying to get everything out of my head but I could not focus. The words 'marriage, 'Elias', and 'Hale' keeps crawling back into my brain non stop like a disease.

I desperately needed help. Don’t panic, dear. If you continue to panic, you won’t be able to take control of it. Calm down. Think of the most relaxing thing that you’ve ever seen. Think of the best thing you’ve ever experienced. As you do this, take deep breaths and allow the calm energy to move through you and subdue the fire. Then come and see me.

I'm nowhere near as intoxicated as I would like to be. "So, are we good Banana." Alan asks as we get on the highway. Fucking hate that nickname. Do you know why I hate that nickname so much Bean." I exaggerate his nickname he hates and when he cringes I smile. Not very fun, is it fucker? "Why?"

"That's not what I mean, Reina. Many people love you ... and I just .. " "A man who is tempted by power ... to the point of doing something utterly stupid and disgusting." Reina continued with her angry face. "You're right, so you kicked me out?" Challenged Bane. "I still have the possibility of meeting my mate, happy and have children, live together until I am old .." Reina started. Meanwhile, Bane tightly clenched his fists. When he heard Reina along with her mate, he felt like something is burning from the inside, a sentence that had yet to happen but had succeeded in injuring him from the Inside. An alpha… and he is in a situation and condition like this .. very pity.

How could I protect them from these monsters? "We don't have time, Maggie. Did you see my dad? My mom? She's...how could he do that to her?" I shouted, punching the screen in frustration. The room was silent, except for the sound of my fist hitting the screen. The impact echoed through the air, shattering the glass into spider-web-like cracks. The fractures mirrored the ones in my heart, as the weight of the situation pressed down upon me, and the urgency to find my parents intensified with every passing second.

“Dad, can we not do this right now?” “Why not?” Matteo leaned back, completely relaxed. “Life is short. Your grandfather’s health scare reminded me of that. Sophia makes me happy.” The name hit like a punch straight to my ribs. Sophia. My mother’s name. Something inside me snapped. The resentment I had carried for years boiled over into pure rage. My vision narrowed. The sound of silverware and breathing faded. All I could see was my father sitting there, smiling like he hadn’t destroyed my mother. Like he hadn’t destroyed all of us.

A not-so-subtle reminder that I royally fucked up, and now it’s time to suffer the consequences for going against the Goddesses divine will. I’m fading fast, the pain becoming too unbearable to manage, my surroundings going dim as I tumble into a chasm of chaos, hurt, and misery. The last thing to haunt me as I’m slipping into the underworld— Bane’s bright blue eyes, gazing upon me. With his irises rests the hurt of a thousand wolves crying out for the pain and loss of their mate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

One bleeding. One broken. One burning. I closed my eyes. If I wasn’t allowed to exist— Then I’d burn down everything that said I couldn’t.