Fobia A Los Germenes Novels & Stories

Fello frowned, but that man did not comment on anything that Zeline said. "I'm a virgin!" said Zeline quickly. "I also have genophobia. The fear of having sex." Finally, Zeline's secret came out of her mouth. Their hands were utterly loose, Fello gripped his hair tightly with both hands. His face looked surprised. He moved back two steps. Zeline closed her eyes, hoping the tears didn't run down her cheeks. Again! Harsh reality will attack her. Zeline clasped her own two hands. It is not easy for a normal man to accept her situation, which has a strange phobia as she feels. She was determined that after returning from Bali, she would soon see a psychiatrist.

His emotions show in his face, just doesn't listen to his sexy but sounds sarcastic voice. Are bubble systems all like that? Like a robot with a sexy voice but their tone same as robots? What am I thinking? That's not the time for that. My body felt cold on the road and I felt disgusted as my blood mixed with dirt that touches my face. Ahh... I hate germs... My eyes are open not because I want to but because I can't close them. The bystanders stared at me with curiosity and fears, some of them called someone, some of them shrieks and hurt my ears, some of them murmured, but worse are those that puke.

On impulse, he reached out with his chopsticks and placed a piece of omelet onto Dave’s plate, then asked softly, “Dad… was the breakfast okay?” Dave merely gave a curt “Mm-hmm” in reply. He glanced down at the omelet Reece had just served him and frowned. Dave suffered from severe mysophobia—an extreme fear of germs and contamination—and Reece had used his own chopsticks to move the food. Though his face remained impassive, the look in his eyes was unmistakable: pure disgust.

The problem was that once I did it, I couldn’t imagine not doing it again. It was like tasting something forbidden and realising it’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted. For as long as I can remember, I’ve hated germs. The mere thought of coming into contact with anything unclean terrifies me. I’ve spent my life building routines, sanitising every surface, and keeping the chaos at bay. People think it’s perfectionism, but it’s more than that. It is survival. But when I kissed Isabella, none of it mattered.

"And I don't play with strangers. Mommy said beware of strangers. Plus, strangers are unpredictable and covered with germs. What if you haven't washed your hands? What if you smell? What if you're sweaty? No, no touching. I have a phobia of close physical contact… Hey! Do you know what phobia means?" "The fear of spiders?" Larissa asked. With that look on her face, I wasn't sure if she really didn't know or was just acting. With the kind of person she is, I wouldn't be surprised. Riha giggled. "No, silly, it's the fear of things like claustrophobia, the fear of enclosed spaces. Can you spell it? Claustrophobia?" "I think I can," she scrunched her face in exaggerated thoughtfulness. Definitel

I suddenly felt nauseous and looked around for the best place to vomit. I don't know what it was, but it overwhelmed me strongly. It was probably because of the crowded space. I have always been someone who didn't like crowded spaces and have even had to vomit a few times whenever I was in a place filled with a crowd. What is that term again used to describe it? Yes, Enochlophobia. You can say I have Enochlophobia.

He could feel her tense body, he remembered that Barbara was scared of thunder as well *Boom* She hugged him tight whenever she heard the roaring of the thunder, he buried her face on his bare chest like she wanted to hide in him. "I don't like it..." She has astraphobia, a phobia for thunder and lightning, ever since she was a kid, all thanks to Camilla Kyle who keeps pushing her outside whenever it's raining

As long as I don't pull a prank on her, I'm all good. Ferrell has a fear of mirrors. Also called Catoptrophobia. Now this one will be fun. Now Liam's is going to be my absolute favorite. He's afraid of spiders. Doesn't matter if they're fake or real, he's terrified of them. It's called Arahnophobia. I also asked Emily to help me with this one. At first, she was against it. It took a lot of convincing. But she's helping me now with this one. ----

– as he dragged her to the frame where a huge glass cube was settled, he pushed me in and locked me in the cage. He called some of his minions and put tons of mouse inside the cage, as she looked at him with horrified eyes, she is Monophobia (extreme fear of mice and rate), she can see his lips curved in a creepy smile, as those little monster were crippling onto her legs. She was creaming inside, trying to get rid of those but how she can, she was caged inside a glass box with lots of around her.

“I am very weird. Oh! I almost forget it. I never shower barefoot.” “Seriously?” Harper frowns. “It's something I've had since I was little. I'm terrified of the bathroom floor. Maybe it's a fear of getting an infection, a parasite, a bacteria, or slipping. I do not know.” “You really are very strange,” she scoffs. “And you don't have any knack or phobia?” “When I'm usually stressed, I tend to bite this nail.” She raises the index finger of her right hand. “That's not so weird,” I say.