I'm Scared Dont Hug Me Novels & Stories

"No. Not at all. I pause to clear my throat before turning back to the image. I refuse to hug anyone. That is all I could manage to do. A break. Why then did you want to embrace me? His hazel eyes in the image caught my attention. The need rears its ugly head again when I'm depressed. I have to look away since it is so loud to avoid touching him once again. Maybe it's just that I feel bad for him having to live in such a sparsely populated flat. A good motive to want to hug a stranger is pity. Is it not? "Lily? Why did you feel like hugging me? I slit my lips and tell him how sorry I am. However, I don't say that. Because I was aware of your need for me to. Silence. I speak, "You think I'm c

I didn’t want to hug him so I could avoid causing him any discomfort. “I’m scared.” He said. “There’s nothing to be scared of, baby. Daddy’s here.” I said, rubbing his head.

Fear rushes in and I look around and I know soon I will start hyperventilating and tears start to sting my eyes. "Bree?! Bree calms down" He steps forward totally panicked and hugs me. For once a hug actually does something to me. It calms me but not enough. " I'm sorry Bree I didn't mean to...It's awful. I won't do anything. Did you get scared because of that right? I-I won't. There are no wounds on you so it's not that extreme so I won't tell anybody. Do they do it often?" I shake my head.

Melody's POV: "N-no! Please, don't!" The screams roamed inside my head, making my head dizzy. Swallowing me inside a big dark hole. I felt his hand coming towards me. I closed my eyes out of complete horror. I felt his hand on my arm with a steel grip commanding me to open my eyes. To see what he is about to do. But I can't. I can't. . . . . I opened my eyes with a jerk only to find warm sunlight welcoming me in a comfortable hug.

Oh poor baby, what did I do to you. “What ? Noooooo. I would never do that !” I exclaimed horrified even by the thought and he breathed a sigh of relief. I felt myself whimper and feel dejected. Of course, he wasn’t a wolf. He couldn’t understand the bond or my feelings. “I am sorry,” he mumbled and fled away from the library without even taking his things ! Great ! Now he is scared of me. Or in other words, I fucking scared him off. So fucking awesome.

she stayed calm (Alan Walker - sad some times , guys listen to this song while reading this) I said by hugging her "iam not a beast weirdo iam not a beast but time made me beast" she caressed my hair and said "ushh no you are not a beast iam wrong" I said "don't go iam scared" she said "I will not go anywhere iam here only" I rested my head on her lap she is caressing my hair

I look like I’m wearing a fucking nightie, and now I’m about to walk into a bar filled with a bunch of bikers. At least the place should be dark. Maybe I can just sneak in and quietly ask the bartender for help without anyone noticing me. I take a deep breath and square my shoulders. Mustn’t let them smell fear after all. When I open the door and the loud music comes crashing to an eerily quiet halt, I see a crowd of very large men staring at me. It’s dogs, you dumbass!, I silently scream at myself. Never let dogs smell fear!

"Cassie! What are you doing?! "Please, don't—" The face that had always looked at me with disgust was now twisted with panic. I shut my eyes and jumped. His scream ripped through the air. "Cassie!"

Laughing with him, loving him, fucking him The glass of wine slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor. “Vee?” Rhea’s voice came from behind me. I turned slowly, the photo clutched in my shaking hand. Her eyes darted to it, and for a second—just a second—I saw the guilt. Then it was gone, and in its place, cold indifference. “How long?” My voice was barely a whisper. She sighed, rolling her eyes like I was some annoying child. “Does it matter?”

My throat burns too much to answer. At the sink, I splash cold water over my face, again and again. As if I can scrub away his scent. The fear. The memory. My phone. It’s still in my pocket. Somehow. I fumble it out, my fingers shaking. Who do I even call? Not my father. If word got out that I’d gone into heat as an omega, I was done. Behind me, Alaric shifts. Watching. Always watching. I hate that he saw me like this.