I'm Scared Dont Hug Me Novels & Stories

“Stop fighting it.” “What’s there to fight?” “Just give in. He probably likes you genuinely.” “He probably just wants to get in my pants and make me his office slut.” “I know what this is all about. You’re afraid you’ll get hurt again but if you don’t face your fears how will you move on? I thought The Great Raven fears nothing and fears nobody.” “Of course I fear nothing and nobody. I’m fierce, bold, brave and confident. Stop making me believe in things that aren’t true.”

Doris just kept shaking her head, could it be that she was going to tell him that she wasn't wearing underwear so she was afraid others would see her? The more Riffen sees that, it's not good, anyway, the temperature in the room is normal, even if it's a bit hot, can she still use a blanket? Did she ever get hurt without telling him? Riffen was so nervous that he didn't say a word that he immediately lifted Doris' blanket. When Doris was pulled out of the blanket like that, she was extremely scared, she wasn't prepared but was already seen by the other party, will he ever find out that she didn't have any intentions?

I replied "I sobbb don't know sobbb anything sobbb sals I didn't do anything sobbb to hurt him sobb he is not even ready to look at my face sobbb" she hugged me while saying "I don't know what exactly happening to these people, at first Liam bro now don bro what's wrong with these people" I replied "I'm scared sals sobbb I'm feeling like to kill my self sobbb I'm getting weird thoughts sobb I'm scared"

The fear. She’s scared of me.

He smoothened my hair and sighed, "my pretty lady." He hugged me tight, his voice almost a whisper, "you were all I could think about today. I just wanted to hug you." "Why is something wrong?" I squinted ny eyes . "No," he sighed, "i just couldn't believe it's finally official, and I don't- I'm scared." "What?!" "I'm scared because I don't know if I'm going to ruin it." I broke into a smile, "oh come on, I cupped his face and pulled him down to connect our lips, "we are perfectly fine," i rolled ny ehes, "we finally have all the time in the world to ourselves, don't let your fear get in the way."

The way they touch my skin, I'm scared! "PLEASE STOP TOUCHING ME!" I shouted and burst into tears. The room became silent. And all I can hear is my voice. Rossweisse hugged me even more. My hands are shaky. I'm so scared. I hate men. I do really, really hate them. But I only choose those I can trust. All of them... I hate them.

So, I stop blocking, letting the memories, emotions, horror and fucking evil bullshit that has made up my whole damn life, flood me. He staggered back sucking in a breath. He's shaking, gritting his teeth, and I see he's losing control of his wolf. The doctor comes over and touches me. That sets something off, and I start trying to pull it in. Having someone touch me unexpectedly is always a bad thing.

Now, there was no longer any trace of my past with Chris. Fearing he might sneak into my house again, I immediately told Lucian to tighten security. "He won't get in through your window ever again, Fiora," Lucian assured me. "And if he dares to show up, I won't just throw him out next time." … A month later, I severed the mate bond with Chris. The pain was sharp and searing—but compared to the agony I endured in my past life, it was nothing. Lucian carried me back to the car afterward. Through the window, I saw Kaia rush to Chris' side, reaching out to comfort him. But Chris shoved her to the ground.

“Did you two fight again?” I sighed and placed her eggs and bacon on the table. “He wanted to have sex in that abandoned hut. I refused and…” That sympathetic smile appeared again. “He didn't react well when you did, didn't he?” “He just stormed out, leaving me there, and now”—I sat beside her and sucked in a shaky breath—“I'm scared.” “Scared of what?” Ellaria frowned before grabbing a slice of bacon and shoving it into her mouth. My shoulders moved in a tense shrug. “What if he rejects me?”

“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.”