Novel & Cerita I'm Scared Dont Hug Me

She called out his name excitedly. The fans turned to look at us. Chelsea ran straight toward Elliot, wrapping her arms around his in an affectionate embrace. "Elliot, it's all your fault for insisting we eat king crab last night. Now, I have an allergic reaction! So, are you here today just to take care of me? If that's the case, I guess I can forgive you." Elliot glanced at me, then back at Chelsea. In the end, he simply smiled and nodded at her.

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with not

I have to. His hug on me tightened. For a second, his hug scared me. It was as if he knows that his answer will scar me, that it will make me let go of him that's why he have to tighten it, so I won't be able to get away. "No." He whispered. "Not ever, baby. I will never do that to you."

Fucking suspicious and scary. According to me I did nothing serious and I didn't sign for the project "Hurt Daphne and get your tongue cut fashionably by Anastacius Wisteria". Did something happen without my knowledge? I'm not sure. "Are you afraid that people will talk bad about you? Are you scared?" She asked and I nodded my head unconsciously. I'm scared of Anastacius. What ways he's googling to cut my tongue. Hugging my petite form carefully like a delicate leaf she patted my back drawing circles. It felt nice and warm which made me snuggle into her embrace further. Is this how a mother's hug would be like. It's nice.

What can I possibly do ? I'm too scared to even cry . I'm just letting the pit in my stomach grow towards my whole body , engulfing me in terror . " I .. I'll do .. a..anything . Just please .. le.. let him go . " My voice sounds pathetically shaky , probably not even close enough to convince myself let alone a terrifying stranger . My breath keeps getting caught up in my throat . I can't breathe . Why is this happening to us ? Just .. leave him alone . " Kill me instead . Not him " I manage to choke out with difficulty . He growls loudly . Was he unsatisfied with my answer ?

"That's what I want sweetheart, you should not want to talk to anyone." His words left Alizah perplexed. "What do you mean?" Alizah questioned. "Do you respect me, sweetie?" Ronan pulled the chair closer to Alizah's, so close that now Alizah's knees were between Ronan's thighs. "No, I don't." Alizah said without any thought and she looked straight at Ronan's eyes while answering. This made Ronan smirk for his own insane reason. "Good. Tell me, sweetheart, do you fear me?"

Curling me in and hugging me tight and still rocking us as though I need it. “What is wrong with me?” My words are barely a whisper as he smooths back my hair. It's only now that I see how scared he looks, his breathing labored, and that his grip on my body is uncomfortably tight. Like, he was gripping on to hold me with him out of sheer fear.

“Five times. And each time, I was more scared than the last.” His smirk widens. But he doesn't speak again. He just gazes. My thumping heart has reduced now that I've seen him. I lick my lips, then, without thinking—or after giving it much thought—I move to hug him. But he instinctively grabs both of my arm, pulling me away before I can make contact with his body. “Don't.”

You don't care about anything, but my safety. "There were loud thuds," I sobbed. My hug tightened in your waist as I buried my face deeper at the crook of your neck. You, on the other hand, hummed as if assuring me that it's okay when I am not even certain with what you are really referring to, as you keep rubbing my back gently. A comforting touch I really need right now. A comforting touch that I currently rely on to ease the horror I just saw.

It is written all over my face, isn’t it? I guess it is the corners of my lips betraying me. I have human lips, their expressions are way easier to understand than a duck’s bill after all. Yeah, I admit it, I don’t understand ducks, neither a real life duck or Donald Duck, and... I don’t understand why Jamie is scared of Donald Duck. If you won’t mind telling me, what are you afraid of? Hi, well, I am DONALD DUCK-PHOBIC. PFFFT! HAHAHAHAHAH! OH MY LADY GAGA! Kill me please!