Don't Touch Me Im Scared Mga Nobela at Kwento

As much as I wanted to resist the urge, I forced myself to speak instead. "Yes." His smirk grew wider, showing his sharp teeth in full view. "But what is it that you want?" I purred dangerously, running his hand up my leg slowly. I jumped in surprise, and pulled away, putting more distance between us while trying desperately not to look at him directly. "Why is this any of your business?" he asked mockingly, grabbing hold of my arm, and forcing me to face him once more. A jolt ran through my body at the unexpected touch. What's wrong with me? I chastised myself. Don't let him see how scared you are. But I'm afraid. I've always been afraid. I don't know why. Maybe because he looks so dangerou

“Please, you’re scaring me.” She touches my cheek, then moves her hand lower, over my neck. “You used to hold my hand,” she whispers. “You used to smile when I read to you.” “That was friendship,” I cry. “Not this. Please... stop.” But she doesn’t stop. Her hand slides to my shoulder, her fingers brushing my bare skin. I twist my body, trying to escape, but I can’t move. I feel panic rise in my chest like a scream. “Please don’t touch me!” I cry, louder now. “Help! Somebody... Help!”

“This is not me…” The cousin stepped closer now. Unlike Theo, his steps were confident. Measured. Controlled. “You’ve never felt it like this before,” he said. “That’s why you’re scared.” “I am scared,” I admitted, my voice small. “I don’t know what this is… I don’t know what I’ll do…” My hands trembled again. “What if I hurt someone?” I whispered. Theo’s expression softened immediately. “You won’t,” he said. But I shook my head.

"Come on, let me touch you." "Heaven...." He sounds frustrated and anxious. "Maybe you will feel better if I took my clothes off." I start to unbutton my shirt but he stops me. He literally shakes me. "You are not okay. You are acting really strange and it's starting to scare me." I step back from him. "I didn't mean to scare you." I tell him sincerely.

And I let it consume me whole, without mercy and without love. “Carrie say something, you are scaring me” he shook me slightly but even his warm hands could not bring me back, his face slowly contorting into one of them. Don was there too, and he did nothing. I slowly stepped away from his reach as his hands fell limply to his side, I didn’t want him touching me. “What are you going to do now? We can just leave, I’ll take you somewhere safe where we can all just start over” I started to laugh. I didn’t know where the sound came from but it poured freely out of me as I turned to him.

Maybe both. “Careful,” he murmured. “This house eats people who challenge it.” “I’m not afraid of the house.” “Then be afraid of the people in it.” He took some more aggrieved steps forward and the air shifted. We were too close now. Close enough that I could see the faint scar tracing his jawline. Close enough that I felt the warmth coming off him in low, steady waves. His gaze dropped now, not to my eyes but to my mouth… and then to my chest, the breasts hanging off.

“Don’t.” He froze. “Don’t touch me,” I said sharply.

What if he caught me when I did? I watched him come closer, and when the distance between us closed, I screamed with horror when his hand darted out to touch me. “No, don’t touch me." “Ali!” the voice yelled again, and this time, it sounded closer, almost like they were beside me. The voice was desperate. “No,” A bloodcurdling scream tore past my lips when arms grabbed me, and I was forced into a sitting position. “Don’t touch me. Don’t put your hands on me,” I cried out with so much terror.

he pressed, his brows knitting together. I hesitated, guilt twisting in my chest. “You know what happened to me, right?” I asked, needing to start at the beginning so he wouldn’t judge me too harshly. Chris nodded, shivering slightly. “Yeah.” I took a deep breath. “Mr. Han and I promised not to touch each other, ever. But when I’m close to him... I see the way he reacts. It scared me. I—I do feel safe with him, but I freaked out and said something terrible. Something I didn’t mean.”

“Obedience.” My breath hitched. “Why won’t you touch me?” Silence again. “Why do you treat me like Trash" His hand flickered. Not squeezing—just there. A promise of power. I stared up into him, breath shallow. “Why are you so scared of her?” His grip tightened. “Don’t speak about her,” he hissed. “Why not? Afraid I’ll become her?” My back slammed into the doorframe. His hand fisted my hair. My thigh lifted instinctively around his waist.