Novel & Cerita The Bane Of Your Existence

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.

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."

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."

she said. Emily pushed Juliana's cereal loops within reach. "You know my brother is a great guy, don't you?" "I plead the Fifth." "Hey, he hasn't done anything wrong." Alana sighed. "Except threaten me." "What?" "He said he was in my life and I couldn't stop him." "Well, that is a threat, though weak and understandable." Emily made faces at Juliana and the baby imitated her. "What are you going to do?" Alana shrugged. When it came to Stefan Maynard, she felt pretty helpless.

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.

You perish in futility, and your oblivion is silence. “ Quod deum exstinguere vult, deum incendit. Corruptio vestra, est vis mea. Finis vester, est initium meum. Dii et mortales, omnes in meo favore sunt. Peritis in tenebris, et oblivio vestra vestra est gloria.” (What seeks to extinguish a god, ignites a god. Your corruption is my strength. Your end is my beginning. Gods and mortals, all are in my favor. You perish in darkness, and your oblivion is your glory.)

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.’

Like Ruby, Bane showed up for me when I needed him most, when I was copping my father’s rage trying to protect my mother and brother. ‘I don’t know, this shouldn’t be happening, she’s the Goddess of Death and one of the Twin of Creation. The supernatural realm hasn’t seen the Twin Goddesses since their great grandmother and her twin,’ Bane paces around us while running his fingers through is black hair, pulling it out of his face.