Don't Touch Me Im Scared Novels & Stories

"I know." He continued to smirk with his wrinkled face. "But hey don't be scared. This has nothing to do with you." She squirmed the moment his nasty hand touched her hair in a disgusting way. "Leave me...." She yelled when he touched her arms in a disgusting manner. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" She screamed on top of her lungs. BANG!!!

“Don’t touch me…” I rasped, shoving weakly at his chest. My wet hand slid off his shirt. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. “Jesus! Miley, are you okay?” He hadn't heard me at all, and his hands hovered before carefully sliding under my arms. “You’re shaking.” “I said don’t touch me!” I snapped, the words raw and brittle. But my voice was barely stronger than a whisper. He didn’t listen. Of course he didn’t! That bastard

he let out an animalistic growl. Using his hands to feel and see my body, he trails his hands to my clit. Without warning, the wave of the traumatic night from the past came crashing down on me. I pushed his hand off me and jumped off the bed. My breath was gone. Closing my eyes tightly shut, I tried to slow down my racing heart. “ don't touch me, please don't”. I saw the confused look on his face which later turned to sympathy“I would never hurt you” he said with his voice breaking at the end.

"You kill everything you touch." I pulled back sharply, my body stiff and trembling as though I had been burned. My chest heaved with emotion I couldn’t name, a cocktail of fear, confusion, and something else I wasn’t ready to admit. "I don’t think we should touch again," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. A smile flickered on Rykor’s face, an almost playful expression, as his wolf eyes sparkled. "Me touching you excites you, does it?"

“Don’t touch me!” I try to struggle and I hear my name being called out. But my fear is a physical thing, taunting me, eating at me, and the voice grows closer, and the fog grows thinner around me. It’s a little familiar. “Lucas!” My eyes fly open and for a moment, I feel dazed, not recognizing the person on top of me, who is restraining me. “Don’t touch me!” I growl, pushing her off and scrambling back, terrified, my whole body shaking.

The dashcam at the entrance of the alley captured the entire scene of Cora abusing me. I told her if she laid another hand on me or if I got expelled, I would post this video online. "You were stripped naked, crawling on the ground like a dog in that video!" she fumed. "Do you really want to put that out there?" I burst out laughing. "Cora, look at me. I'm already in this deep. Why do you think I'd be afraid? If that video goes public, do you think people will pay more attention to me… or you?"

He rushed towards me, and I was so afraid that I landed on the ground. He walked towards me. "Please don't hurt me," I whispered in pain and fear. "You touched me." He was disturbed and tried to justify. You touched me. What does had mean by that? He doesn't like to be touched? Then he should have a tattoo on his forehead... Don't touch me written on it. But there's no point in it. I don't want to waste any time over Chandler Lyons. I tried to stand up, and he touched me this time. I couldn't control myself, so I slapped his face.

"Please touch me, I'm burning up." "Where?" He took a single step closer. "Where do you want me to touch you, Violet?" "Anywhere," I gasped. "Everywhere." He moved then, fast as lightning, crowding me back against the headboard. One hand tangled in my wet hair, tilting my head back, while the other splayed across my lower stomach, so close to where I needed him but not close enough. "I am scared," I admitted, my voice breaking. "Of me?"

I leaned into the voice's owners embrace and gave my body few seconds to regain control. When I didn't feel my whole body trembling anymore, I opened my eyes and when the touch of the arms around me didn't feel that foreign, my eyes widened as I immediately pushed myself away from him, "Get away from me." I said as I stood up making as much distance as possible. I walked to the sink ignoring the shiver of nerves that tingled through my limbs. It's true he doesn't scare me anymore but I can't deny that his touch does. His touch stirs a kind of fear in me I can never explain.

"I don't want to have sex right now. Is that such a big deal?" “We both know it’s not about that. What happened?” he asked again and waited for a reply, but I said nothing. I had nothing to say to him. I didn’t want to talk to him right now or let him see me like this. I met his eyes when he tried to cup my cheeks, but I pulled away, my back touching the headboard. "Please don't touch me," I heard myself whisper, my limbs locking with fear. The air around us hovered with tension and I could feel that my room was getting colder by the seconds. His unmatched eyes widened, and he dropped his hand and said, "I . . . I won't touch you." He looked over me and said, "If that's what you want."