Don't Touch Me Im Scared Novels & Stories

My head was getting dizzy as I was never this much scared. I was constantly trying to push him away but he was like a metallic pole. His large calloused hand reached my thighs as new wave of horror coursed through me. His fingers grabbed my knee as then started raising them while touching my skin in a ticklish way. My bare skin came in direct contact with his rough skin making the heat inside my chest to go hyper. I thought the blue mist would erupt again but it didn't. I thought it was the first in my life I wanted the blue mist to come out and engulf me so that nobody could touch me.

“Bailey you’re drenched.” “Don’t,” I said immediately, my voice breaking when her hand touched my arm. “Don’t touch me.” She froze. “What.” “I said don’t touch me,” I repeated, pulling away sharply. “Please.” Leila stared at me, confused and scared. “You’re burning up. You need help.” “I don’t want anyone touching me,” I said, my skin itching painfully where she had brushed me. “It feels wrong.” She hesitated. “I’ll call the healer.”

“Of being alone with me.” My breath catches. He sees it. He knows it. He uses it. “I’m not scared of you,” I lied. He steps in. Closer. So close I feel every breath he exhales. My heart slams against my ribs. “You are,” he whispers. “And that’s what scares me.” My eyes burn. My throat tightens. “Let go of me.” “Say please.” I shove him hard. “Don’t touch me.”

"If it bothers you, I won't contact her again." As soon as he said that, his phone rang. He immediately rejected the call. A second later, the phone rang again. He rejected it again. But I could clearly see that the name on the screen was Kaia's. When the phone rang for a third time, I urged him, "You should pick it up. Maybe she's in trouble." Chris hesitated for a few seconds, then finally answered. I heard crying and other sounds of chaos through the phone. A look of anxiety crossed Chris' face, mixed with a bit of reassurance.

However, because of the fact that she had been bound for such a considerable amount of time, it led her legs and other limbs to go into a trance, and as a result, she ended up tumbling to the ground. It seemed as if Old John was taking his time as he sneaked up on her; when he finally reached her, he forcefully gripped her arm and said: - It's okay, get up. The level of terror that Doris is experiencing is increasing to the point that she is frightened for her own safety. You could have the opportunity to engage in sexual behavior with him. ***

I am happy that he didn't touch me, and extremely sad to know that he wants to do it, he wants to hurt me! -"I'm so eager to fuck that little mouth," he says, running his index finger along my lower lip. The comment disgusts me so much that I could vomit on his face. I move my face away from his touch as best I can, making it impossible for him to touch my lip. -"Not even if hell freezes over!" I whisper threateningly. I'm scared, holding back tears and terribly frightened by the foul words he's been saying, but I won't let him think he has power over my emotions.

When he was about to let his hands roam inside it, I immediately kicked his stomach, causing him to slightly bend his body. It wasn't enough for him to let go of me and stumble to the ground. "L-let go of me while I'm still holding myself back from slashing your head!" I raised my voice for him to feel intimidated, but it was no use. I was the one who felt scared. The amount of terror that was beginning to stroll inside my system was beyond what I could imagine. This was the very first time that I had someone I didn't know touch me. I don't want to lose my V-card here, especially not to a stranger who isn't even connected with me!

I was frozen from his touch. His touch felt familiar but very scary. It was as if, just one touch had paralyzed my entire being, sending shivers down my spine. I shudder at his one touch. I tried looking away, fear and confusion hanging in my eyes, but his intoxicating eyes and one of his hands touching me, had made me totally frozen.

I said, my voice trembling. His thumb stilled on my pulse. "Don't what?" "Don't touch me like that," I said, my heart slamming against my ribs. "Don't touch me like I'm a ghost you're trying to keep from vanishing. If you're going to touch me... mean it." The air in the hallway seemed to vanish. Damien’s eyes snapped to mine, and for a heartbeat, I saw the terrifying, beautiful truth. He wasn't just afraid for me. He was afraid of me. He was afraid of how much power I had over him with just a single word.

Reaching out to me. “Caterina-” “No! Don’t touch me! I don’t want to see it again!” I cry out, fear gripping my heart. I don’t know if a simple touch triggers it, all I know is that I do NOT want to go back to whatever it is that I saw! Kai grimaces at my reaction, which is understandable because even I don’t know what is happening right now. He holds out his hand for me to take. Then gestures to the bed.