Fobia A Los Germenes Novels & Stories

"Ma'am, the sir is Ombrophobic, he has ombrophobia." My brows furrowed together. "What the hell is ombro-what?" "Ma'am, it is an extreme fear of rain. I'm afraid I cannot disclose anything more than this, but he should not be in the rain at this time. We need to move to that cabin now." "And how do you expect me to get him to move? Can't you see I'm trying?" I roared, feeling frustration take over. What could have caused Damien to have ombro–the phobia?

At one point, I thought that I was carrying horrible germs on me, so I would soak myself in a bathtub full of disinfectant every night. Over time, every inch of my skin became severely blistered and damaged. Even a light breeze would be enough to irritate my skin, causing rashes to break out. Austin even purposely switched out our double bed in the master bedroom for two single beds, fearing he might catch my germs. After my incessant hounding and countless questions about it, he simply threw a medical report in my face and said, "I have severe mysophobia! You're not allowed to touch a single hair on my head ever again!"

I sigh waiting for my turn as I looked around the clusters of students in groups which makes me feel weird. I’ve been attending this school since freshman years and now I’m a senior but I haven’t made a friend ever. Very weird. But it’s just my anxiety. And now I can’t even trust making a friend after all this whole incident of murders. I can’t trust anyone. Who knows if they’ll turn out to be the serial killer ? Laughters from the football team brought me back to the present. I moved back irritated as Ace Carlton has stepped on my feet while laughing. “Oh “. He turned around noticing what he said. “Sorry about that “.

"Nice to meet you too... Lia the Food Traumatized." Lia’s eyes widened. "You know about my trauma?!" "My system... detected it," Bima explained. "It said you have food trauma and might reject a kiss if I smell like fish." Lia shook her head in amazement. "Your system... is insane." "Your system is crazy too, telling you to only focus on muscles," Bima shot back. Suddenly, the groan of a zombie echoed from the end of the street. It wasn't the Vlogger’s groan. This sound was much worse.

This alpaca had a messy hairstyle, covering one eye, while the other eye was filled with contempt, as if it couldn't care less and even a bit insolent. It was not cute at all and lacked manners. Zack said, "You were rude, I didn't like you." The alpaca, as if understanding the sentence, unexpectedly spat at him without any warning. A puddle of saliva was spat onto Zack's clean clothes. Zack had a germophobia, and when he saw this puddle of saliva, he immediately frowned.

she whispered into Marry's ears. “ Or else what were you expecting to be her pet, huh, a dragon? ” Marry whispered, while Sona chuckled, “ Why do I feel you aren't looking fine? ” Marry asked while looking at Sona's pale face. “ I... I'm a germophobe, I have allergies with dog's smell, ”

I am busy living my life to finish school and get the hell out of here. “I want your mouth on my dick. If not my wife, it’s only you.” He is a man with Mysophobia. He has an extreme fear of germs or contaminations. It was a miracle they kept me as their regular babysitter because they couldn’t find someone that he can agree with. Until I came. I am not mysophobic, but I feel uncomfortable with untidiness. I love the white color because I can clearly see when I am dirty and quickly freshen up. “Mr. Benson, I am only seventeen. Isn’t this a child abuse, not to mention sexual?” I tried to make him realize what he’s doing. My life isn’t a perfect one, but that’s the reason I strive hard.

Summer's voice made him blink, "is all this food safe? I mean, no almonds or shrimps, right?" Louis' eyes were as wide as they could be. He knew that Sky was allergic to almonds. It was very possible that it was inherited to Summer. But shrimps? Why was Summer afraid of shrimps? "What's with the almonds and shrimps?" Louis acted stupid. "They're bad, Uncle. They can make me itchy and short of breath." Louis tried not to change his expression. However, his mind was too noisy with questions. His forehead frowned even more.

Stargazing! That is what they claimed to be doing but April’s eyes were stuck on Uriel’s face, butterflies dancing in her belly. She gradually shifted closer to him, her face moving closer to his as well. “April, do you think you will ever get over your Katsaridaphobia?” Uriel asked. “What’s the meaning of that?” April asked absentmindedly, her thoughts still on him. “Fear of cockroaches,” Uriel answered.

“I thought it should be fair.” I thought about this for a second before taking a small breath. “It’s not just about haphephobia… I also have depression and anxiety,” I tell him. “I think the touch is what triggers it and it makes me panic. I’m sure when you looked it up you read that this could be caused by a traumatized past.” Luis glanced over at me. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He said as we watch the varsity now warming up before the game starts. “I did read that, but I was never going to bug you about the details.”