The Bane Of Your Existence Novels & Stories

They catch the light in a way that makes my wolf go still inside me. Bane smiles. Not a friendly smile. Summer whispers up at me, “Who’s the creepy guy?” I don’t answer her. I can’t take my eyes off him. “It’s been ages, Alphas,” Bane says. He glances at Caden and gives him a small nod. “Both of you look like shit. Grief does that.” Caden’s voice comes out low. “How the hell are you here, Bane?” Bane tilts his head like the question amuses him. “I’m wherever I want to be at the right time, at the right moment.” He spreads his hands like it explains everything. “Timing is everything in this game.”

’ Bastian seems to be in shock, and he can’t speak though his mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water. ‘I mean not to harm your human, Bane.’ ‘I don’t give a fuck what you say; I don’t trust either of you. Stay away from Bastian!’ “Give it a rest, you overdramatic fleabag!” Fucking wolf is driving me nuts! ‘Call me a fleabag again, you wolfless cunt, and I’ll rip your throat out!’ Mothefucker! Bane should think himself lucky that we’re inside Lilly subconscious, or I’d have put the prick down!

Endless tedium. Endless tedium is the bane of my endless existence, even as I watch people walking past the café window. They walk by with smiles on their faces, a pep in their step and a laugh on their lips and I hate them for it. Occasionally someone walks past the window with a deep-set scowl imprinted on their face and for a brief second I let a smile touch my lips. These are the people I relate to most.

My head starts to ache from tension and stress and the constant pressure of being watched, judged, assessed. A servant refills my wine and I take a long drink, anything to ease the tightness in my throat. It tastes slightly bitter. Not unpleasant but just off, like the wine has been sitting too long or mixed with something. I set the glass down, probably just nerves making everything taste wrong. The room tilts. Just slightly, just enough to make me grip the table edge. "Are you well, my lady?" Bane's voice sounds distant and echoing. "Fine. Just tired."

I woke up exhausted. Not normal exhausted either. The kind that settled deep into my bones and made even breathing feel annoying. The moment I opened my eyes, pain rolled through my stomach again, sharp enough to make me curl slightly beneath the blanket with a groan. Nyx whimpered softly inside me. We both already knew why. Bane. Apparently my ex-mate had been very busy last night. Again. Honestly, the mate bond was one of the most disgusting things the Moon Goddess had ever created because why exactly did I need to suffer while he enjoyed himself with Pia? It was unfair. Humiliating. And deeply unhealthy.

Inside was nothing but a photograph. Harlan sat on the doorstep of a rundown rental house. He wore a faded shirt that had been washed far too many times. In his hands was an old enamel mug. Behind him, the paint peeled from the walls. Beneath his feet, the concrete was cracked and uneven. He had grown so thin that I could barely recognize him. On the back of the photo was a block of shaky, uneven handwriting. "Dear Edward, the greatest blessing of my life was having your mother. The greatest sin, however, was betraying her. This house faces south and gets plenty of sunlight. I like to think she can feel its warmth, too."

“Three years ago, all forms of bane were strictly banned, production, trade, even possession. It was a law enforced during our Alpha's rule. If your father died around that time, I doubt the Widow’s Bane had anything to do with it.” The calm dismissal stung. “But… does it exist?” she pressed, refusing to back down. Professor Stein studied her closely, as if trying to decide how much truth she could handle. Then, with a quiet sigh, he rose from his chair and walked to the window. “Yes, it exists,” he said finally. “And it’s much closer to us than most would believe.” Piper’s breath caught. Her shoulders tensed, not in fear, but in grim realization. Her mother hadn’t been chasing a ghost.

“Why can you not just allow me to live my life freely?” “You do not get to choose that,” He snapped, “Your existence as a whole is bad luck, and you will only bring more danger to us. It is best for me to just get rid of you. And I will do so.” Then, with a flick of his wrist, I was caught off guard by what suddenly happened.

Trying to fight it but it's even getting hard to take a breath, trying to fight my body and take a deep breath. "Fuck Kian!"

As usually, before nightmare Memorable very likes to talk with God: I know you are. You were always there for better or worse. You didn't move a step. You endured when I complained about you. You were happy when I was happy. Still, I can't understand why we have to suffer so much. Is it so that we can enter your Kingdom? What is behind the last line of life? It's hard for me to imagine. Maybe You don't exist? Are you just an illusion of the mind? Every breath I take brings me closer to death and meeting you. Maybe we'll meet you. What will you tell me when I meet you? What can I tell you? Of course you will condemn me for what I have done and for what I have not done along the way. You will