The Bane Of Your Existence Mga Nobela at Kwento

Selene hated how much she wanted to ask why. Instead, she focused on the sharp pain in her ribs, the burn in her muscles. She welcomed it. Pain meant she was alive. Lucian finally broke the silence. “You were reckless.” Selene scoffed. “And you’re unbearable. I guess we both have our faults.” Lucian turned, golden eyes glinting. “Recklessness will get you killed.” Selene met his gaze, unflinching. “So will hesitation.” For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, to her surprise, Lucian smiled.

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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your own personal hell. ******************************************

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.

"Why the hell do you have to say it like that?" "Because my patience is growing thin with you." I grudged. "How do you even know about me and her?" "I'm not stupid." I grinned. "I can tell you about a lot of crap that is going on in that damn house." Bane fixed the collar of his shirt before he sipped his water. "Water with lemon?" I pointed.

I can't help but ask “For now,” Bane says, “you wait to see how fate plays out.” I nod slowly. “They are close,” Bane says quietly. Hope and fear mix inside me. “Prepare yourself,” he adds. “The Blood Tithers will not let you go easily.”

You are here because it is your destiny. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny... You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny... That keeps running through my brain like a broken plate. I want to smile bitterly. Am I existing for a purpose? Because I think that I have no purpose in this world. My life back on earth is not that good. If they say so, I will be exiled. I'm smart, but I don't have parents. I don't even have a decent house because I'm just renting an apartment that looks like it's going to be destroyed in just one earthquake. I don't have things to be proud of... Beauty? It is only just a skinny dip and b

The curse wins. Bane wins. I lose everything. Again.

’ 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.