Don't Hug Me Im Scared Dad Novels & Stories

I stood up from my seat with a smile and rushed to him. "Hig?" I called, a little confused when he hugged me tightly. "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly as he tightened his hug. "Babe, I'm fine," I mumbled into his chest and he released a relieved sigh. "Could you let go? I can't breathe." "Oh, sorry." He let go of me and glared at his dad. "Seriously? I didn't think that you'd drag Jamie into this and fucking threaten him!" "Hig-" Mr. Parker began but he cut him off.

He's always strict and scary when it comes to that part. "Honeybun, I miss you baby girl" he said as he hug me tightly. "Dad! Didn't I warn you to stop calling me that?" I warned as I break the hug and glared at him, feigning anger. "Well, I'm sorry but, I can't help it" He chuckles before facing my mom and smiling sweetly at her. "Good evening, Dad" Ken hug Dad briefly. "How are you, man?" He asked and at the same time, he turned to face my mom. "Mrs. Anderson" he nod at her.

He grabbed my hand and shoved me behind him, standing in front of me and shielding me from our Dad who was now looking like an angry lion that was ready to devour its prey. "What are you doing here? I thought I told you not to show your face to me ever again!" Dad roared at him, and I flinched fearfully. It was about to get messy, and I was scared to the bone as t he imagination of what might happen dawned on me...

"Ah peaches, I know you like them do you...." "Dad" I cut him off. "Can you..." My lips were trembling from the nervousness that is starting to take over my body. A seed of tear began to cascade from my eye. "Give me a hug" I finally let out. "H-hug? Sure son" Dad was quick on his feet and hugged me. The man smelled really bad, but I hugged him back as the stream of tears began flowing from my eyes. I needed this hug. At least I felt a bit better as dad rubbed my back. I just burst into a quiet tear.

My father saw through me as he always did and he also got up and pulled me into hug. "She is going to be fine" I cried into his chest while his hands ran through my hair. "Her bills came with a price" my father said with a sad voice. Though I wanted to remain in that happy, jubilating mood, I could sense the sadness and fear in his voice. I pulled away from his hug and stared at him. "What?" I asked, nervousness creeping into my body system. He stared at me for long and dropped his hands to his side and looked away. It felt like he was unable to speak for the fear of what he had to say.

" my father said making me smile. "Oh my goddess thank you papa." I said hugging him. He just chuckled at me. "No problem." "You excited for the Ball?" my dad asked me. I just shrugged my shoulder. This made him confused. "Why not?" I sighed. "I am scared." "Scared of what exactly?" he asked confused. "W-What if my mate reject me due to me being a human?" I asked sadly. "That will never happen. Only a fool will do such a thing."

he asked, narrowing his eyes. “I … I… “Call me, Dad.”, He said in a strict tone. It took a while that he was joking when he smiled at me and gave me a side hug. “Dad, you… you scared me.”, I complained. Well, he asked me to call Dad then I could complain, right? “Did I?” he asked, acting clueless, and I broke the hug before replying. “Yes!”

Kyde asked walking up behind them. “Aaaahhhh...” his dad yelped out holding his hand over his heart. “Ya see, scared.” Damein motioned as he stifled a laugh. “Oh my, don’t sneak up on a ole man my dear.” He said, after his racing heart calmed down. Kyde slightly giggled, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She apologized, holding her hand out to help him up. Damien couldn’t help but laugh. His dad just glared at him. “Sorry but you’re being ridiculous.” Reign and Kyde just looked at each other. “Dad, for some reason, is afraid of Alpha Kydence.”

I take a hesitant step toward them, then another, watching their faces for signs of fear or disgust. What if they can't accept what I've become? What if this is too much for them? Dad is the first to move, dropping to one knee and holding out his hand the way he used to when I was little and scared of something. "It's okay, kiddo," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "It's still you in there. We know that."

I didn’t want to hug him so I could avoid causing him any discomfort. “I’m scared.” He said. “There’s nothing to be scared of, baby. Daddy’s here.” I said, rubbing his head.