Don T Hug Me I'm Scared Characters Novels & Stories

His hand gestures, a silent invitation, "Come to me." My legs feel unsteady, but I walk towards him, drawn by the pull. The expensive rug feels soft beneath my feet. When I reach the side of the bed, I climb onto it, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight. I crawl towards him, a child seeking comfort. He shifts, opening his arms, and I slide right into them, burying my face against his chest. His heart beats steadily beneath my ear, a strong, reassuring rhythm. "I’m scared," I whisper, the words breaking free, raw and vulnerable. My voice is muffled against his shirt, but I know he hears me.

I stammered, confused and frozen in place, as he opened his arms. “You can come hug me. I guarantee I'm not a ghost.” He smiled even more. I stood up, running, jumping over the hammock, heading into his arms, hugging him so tightly, afraid that it was just a dream or a hallucination. “But if you keep squeezing me like this, I might become one.”

Kiki smirks slightly. “Then you are doomed.” I shake my head. “I am already doomed,” I reply honestly. Her eyes soften again as she looks at me, her voice quieter now. “You are not supposed to look scared,” she says. I pause for a moment. Then I answer truthfully. “I am not scared,” I say. She raises a brow slightly like she doesn’t believe me. I lean closer, still holding her hand. “I am terrified,” I correct myself, “but not of them.”

All I wanted was one ruthless guy and I got the most feared guy in the city, the one maestro Clemont Hill. I don't mind sharing him some mighty girl who is worth of his cock. Why not? But Charlotte looked timid and scared of her future more than I ever was. I mean why fear getting married to the most feared guy in the city. What the irony? The hottest guy in the whole city? "But your girl doesn't want to talk to us, she is just shedding tears as if she's bereaved," I said as I exteimy hand to greet him. I noticed how she fearfully glanced at me and her facial expression suddenly changed.

"Stop stressing yourself, Charylle. If you're thinking that we'll be mad or hurt you because of that reason, we won't. We will never. And we'll never let anyone hurt you again." Hugo took my legs and lifted it for his lips to reach. I have to bite my tongue to avoid myself from moaning when he glides his tongue down until it reaches my toes. "Sorry if we couldn't punch your father earlier. We're just afraid that you'll hate us if we do." He confessed but I was already lost with their touches.

She had already recognized that he was her brother Lionel. After this, little Karen suddenly became less scared. She raised her two small arms and said softly, "Brother Lionel, I want a hug." "Yes, a big hug for you." Lionel stretched out and gently pulled little Karen into his arms. He held her delicately as if he would break her into pieces if he exerted a little more strength. "Brother Lionel, I don't want to be taken away by the big bad guy. The big bad guy is so fierce. He will hit me, I am afraid." Little Karen nestled in Lionel's arms, rubbing her little head and runny nose against his chest.

For the end. Then the door flew open. It was Donovan. He walked right to me, his eyes filled with terror. Not anger. Terror. Like he was the one who’d had a gun to his head. He rounded me in circles to examine if I’d gotten hurt. His hands hovered over me, not touching, like he was afraid I’d crack. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. All I could do was freeze.

I want you to do somethng for me. She jumped a little, not expecting the mental conversation. Holy crap! Don't scare me like that! She heard a soft chuckle. Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. What do you want me to do? I want you to transform. He could feel her fear and confusion intensify. Do you feel all of the fear and anger that you are trying to control? Yes, but I'm scared to transform...I've never done it before!

" I'm shitting myself. Nobody knows where I live. No one. I never bring people to my house, not even Charles. This is my refuge away from the dirty and disgusting that I do in my day to day. “Try it on. Let's see how it looks on you. I look everywhere. For some weird reason, I feel like this guy is here watching every move. I hug myself and don't move an inch. I don't do anything for a few minutes. I hear her breathing behind the line. I want it to go away. I can't move and my breathing starts to falter. Fear grips my heart, beating fast, eager to get out of my chest. “Already did. "I'm trying to sound as confident as possible."

I hear another man ask. As soon as all of the chains were gone, I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the offered hand, not wanting to be touched. Then I look up sharply as more people arrive at the door. As soon as a huge man steps into the room my wolf hones in and says 2 things, alpha, and mate. I almost fell back on my ass. Killian