The Bane Of Your Existence Novels & Stories

Jane I've suddenly became ill, and I need to leave school. No, that didn't sound right. I've become pregnant and need to leave town. The baby's father is too hard to look at. Jane let her head fall against her keyboard, and she groaned out in frustration. She'd been contemplating her dismissal from the university for hours. After what happened the night before, who could blame her? She'd seen Alex, her bully, turn into a big wolf and save her from an even bigger beast. It was only the second week of school. By the end of the month, she'd be in an asylum, for sure. She knew Alex was up in her living room, probably waiting for her to get up, but she couldn't face him.

c That if I let him frighten me, he's won. 'Exactly. And he's also won,' Paul pointed out, 'if you blame him for everything unpleasant that happens.' 'But Paul,' she almost pleaded, 'how can I not, when they keep happening?' 'That's how life is, sometimes good, sometimes bad . . .' 'Spare me the philosophy.' 'If you conjure him up every time it's bad,' he went on, ignoring the outburst, 'you'll never be rid of him.'

To face Chaos and kick his grimy, disgusting, perverted ass into the void. *This is How Villains are Made* She was getting stronger and I failed to eliminate the weak mates. Bane of my existence, they are. Safe in a cocoon of sleep in that damn meadow. I can’t reach anything there. Adalith blocks me at every attempt. Why are they so special? Why are they going to replace us? Were we not good enough? I was the prime creation. I was allowed to create this universe.

Is someone trying to ruin my life. This is the proof that my life isn’t that normal. Because I realized I have enemies. // WyByCa

She’s on Gossip @itsmecristy “Why do you keep selling me out?” “I don’t. We keep helping you cure your bitterness. Many men like you Mea, you look pretty, and you’ve got the fashion sense. You just act too boyish and most of them get turned off or scared.” Mea couldn’t believe she’s having this pep talk in a van with five sons of gods. She looked at them and saw no reaction. They were too busy watching the window, eating, sleeping, and on their phone to hear her and Renee’s babbling.

Bane said. “Go away, Bane. I’m warning you,” I said. “Or what? What can you do to me? You’re weak; you were never meant to be a parent. How could anyone ever want kids with you? Liliana will leave you soon after she realizes you aren’t worth it— the same way Brooke left you. You’re not meant to be loved, Elias! Let me take over and do what you can’t!” Bane said. “Ahhh!” I screamed. I knocked all of the pictures off the wall, every last single one of them. I knocked the desk over and threw pillows everywhere. I kicked the bookshelf over and watched the books fumble to the floor one by one.

The terrifying, ancient world she had tried so hard to dismiss as a vivid hallucination was standing right in front of her, casting a long, dark shadow over the concrete. "I have a life here, Lucian," she whispered, her voice cracking as the weight of everything—Don, the betrayal, her exams, and now this—threatened to crush her. She looked up at him, her eyes bright with unshed, frustrated tears. "I have parents who are sitting in a living room three blocks away, checking my phone location. I have classes. I can't just disappear into the mountains because your system is running hot."

I feel like I’m going to die here. I dare to look at my stomach, and I resist the urge to throw up: what was once a small scratch has now enlarged, purpled, and hollowed; if I move the wrong way, I feel like I could see inside my stomach. “Well, fuck,” I wheeze. Fucking Roanna. Fucking Everest. Fucking Nester, whom I haven’t even laid my eyes on yet, continues to ruin my life. “I need to get out of here,” I groan to myself, but I don’t even think I could stand. Beads of sweat dot my forehead, worsening the heat. If there is a chance I’m frying from the inside out, I wouldn’t even doubt it.

Just numbers, symbols, and the incessant need to bang my head against the wall over an unsolvable problem. Fun. Bane was restless. He constantly let out low growls to tell me how uncomfortable he was. My mind flooded with images…memories of her. Bane didn’t want me to forget. He didn’t want me to pour myself into the world of numbers and leave him alone with the dark thoughts. ‘You’re avoiding it,’ Bane said finally, voice rough like gravel. I didn’t bother looking up. “I’m solving the problem. That’s all.” ‘This isn’t math,’ he replied. ‘You can’t just find an answer and be done.’

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.