Novel & Cerita Red Guy From Don T Hug Me I'm Scared

Just then, a stranger suddenly lunged at me with a knife. I screamed and stumbled back in terror. Harry reacted instantly. Drawing on years of muscle memory, he sprinted forward and positioned himself in front of me. He kicked the knife out of the attacker's hand before subduing him. Before I could catch my breath, Ember shrieked and collapsed, writhing in pain. Another stranger, wielding a knife, had slashed her leg. Harry hesitated for a split second before abandoning me. He rushed to her side and shielded her protectively.

He shouted in such a high pitched tone that everyone on the ground stopped to look at him, which is in our direction. But all they saw was me alone because Oliver had hopped out speedily. He ran to a guy dressed in a dark red uniform— with two horizontal white stripes around the chest and back— making him bulky and big. Well, he was already very big and tall. When Oliver stopped before him and hugged him, the guy stood a few inches taller than him. His face was carved into stone. He didn't even hug Oliver back and that made me frown. What kind of a guy is he? How can he not get affected by Oliver's energy?

I'm so used of being alone, so concern people makes me feel uncomfortable. Red shirt guy grab my arm and pulled me back gently. I can't fight back, I'm so weak. "Get off!" I yelled. He was startled, I can see it in his face. "Don't touch me" I said with a gentle voice because I kind of felt bad for shouting at him, he looks so innocent. But no, looks can be deceiving. I can't trust them. "I paid your bills, don't worry about it!" Hoodie guy suddenly said.

Mama G stepped in, and behind her stood someone new. “This here’s Red,” she announced. “New muscle. Be nice.” The man behind her didn’t look like the usual bouncers—no dead-eyed stare, no swollen neck straining a polo shirt. Red had dyed crimson hair in a sharp buzz cut, and his face was a map of silver—piercings in his brow, his lip, and both ears. Tattoos peeked out from the sleeves of his hoodie. His eyes weren’t cold black like the others. They were a pale blue, watching the room like he was sizing up more than threats.

he ordered as a low growl rumbled in his chest. Trembling, the guy rose to sit on his knees and fearfully met my glare. I recognized him then. His name was Gray, and he was from one of the southern packs. “I… I didn't know... I swear, I didn't know!” He clasped his hands together, staring at me as if I were a god he had offended. “Just fucking talk already!” Caspian roared. Gray swallowed, nodding. Then he sucked in a shaky breath before shifting his gaze back to me. “T-that new one... Kylar... He was talking about all kinds of things… I thought that he was just bragging…”

Donny chuckled. He has thick long brown hair that he ties back in a low ponytail, kind chocolate colored eyes, and thick lips. He was the security guard slash bouncer and would tackle and subdue the guys who would cause problems. He was also really funny and would make food for us sometimes. I don’t eat when I’m on the clock and the girls don’t either. I thought it was very thoughtful of him. It was hard to believe he wasn’t a werewolf because of his build. Despite being so big, he was a gentle giant and was the nicest person I’ve met since Gabe and I arrived.

My body quivers as I walk to the door and open it and I'm face to face with him. I can't seem to hide the fear and horror on my face. And I'm just realizing that I've been messing with a man that ease fully drove a hammer into someone's head some weeks ago, I'm talking to someone that is feared by the entire continent. His name sparks fear into people and I've been messing with him What honestly gives me the feeling that he wouldn't snap one day and end me once and for all. I sees the fear in my face, he sees it all.

I was so worried about you, when I came back and did not see you, I thought you were too angry with me that you just had to leave the house, I even came back, but did not see you , I became scared, I thought something bad had happened to you". He hugged her again, he really looks scared, that she had to hug him back. When the hug seem to be taking too long for them to disengage, she cleared her throat loudly. Then gradually, he disengaged from her. "Thank you for worrying about me, but you really didn't have to. I am not a baby, I am a grown woman, and I can take care of myself". She tries to dismiss any fear he might have had, but he was not taking it. "I guess you don't know, that during t

She hugged me back but she had a very serious look on her face. I heard someone else come out of the kitchen and I turned to look and I needed to look up at this huge 6- foot 7 man standing in front of me with a very menacing look on his face and a scar along the side of his face that didn't make him look any less menacing. With his brown hair touching his shoulders and his brown goatee making him look like a real badass I felt my stomach drop immediately, knowing exactly who he was. Even though I had never met him before. "Alpha Jackson." I say stunned.

I was in trouble! There were three men in total, and each one was scarier than the next. One of them had scorpion tattoos spanning from the right side of his face down to his neck. The person beside him had piercings at every part of his body—even his tongue wasn't spared. Then, the last thug had a goofy haircut that could turn anyone off. “What a shame! You look so pretty.” One thug was squatting in front of me, revealing a ghastly scar running from his right cheek to his jaw. He looked so scary that I quickly looked away.