Stop It You're Scaring Him Novels & Stories

I say. “We’ll deal with that in a minute,” he says. He says, “I’m going to sit down on the couch but I’m not going to do anything else but talk right now. You don’t have to worry about me being close.” He sits down and I realize that If he hadn’t told me ahead of time, I would have been terrified. “Thank you,” I say. “Would you like to learn to stop being scared, little girl?” he asks. The question is shocking. I stare at him for a moment Bursting into tears as I cry out, “Yes!”

I heard in my head. His voice made my skin crawl. “I don’t plan to stop what’s coming, but I tend to stop it from happening before it is supposed.” I said calmly, you can’t show fear, because he feeds off it. I could tell by the way he laughed that he didn’t think I had a chance. “You can’t stop me; I can already feel the binds weakening. I have already put on a brand-new suit for the occasion.” He said proudly. “Why don’t you tell me where you are so I can see this new suit. You don’t want your first outing to be a disaster because you didn’t wear the right suit now, would you?” I asked, hoping he would tell me where he was. I knew it wasn’t going to work but it was worth a try, right? “Nic

“Do you have to sit so close to me?” A sliver of a smile curls his lips. “Sorry,” he leans back a little, and his face softens. “I’m not trying to be scary, I promise. And quite frankly, I’m a little bit too dumb to understand what I’m doing wrong. So, help me out, would you? What should I do to stop frightening you so much?” I swallow thickly, thinking this through for one minute before finding the answer. “Stop being a giant Lycan.”

He paused, trying to come closer to me as he stood up from his sitting position. "Oh no, please don't come closer, you're scaring me!" I yelled. He stopped moving, and in a few seconds, he moved forward, his hands trying to reach out to me. After hearing the loud sound of my scream, he moved farther back from me. "I'm not here to kill you, just calm down and I'll tell you all you need to know."

“Just behave yourself here if you don’t want to get hurt.” I breathed heavily as I stared at him. “You scared the hell out of... of me, but sometimes you’re warm to me,” I said which made him stop from mixing the beverages he got in around the bar. Looking at me with his scary eyes, he answered, “I can scare you more if you keep on asking.” I bit my lower lip as I pressed my hands. “I know, you’re not as evil as the other guys so please... please just let me go.”

“How can you even think that I would hit you?” I was shaken too. Broke from inside for the way he had behaved and for the way I had gotten terrified to the core of my heart. “Then you need to stop.” I said out loud instead of swallowing the way I was feeling, “I told you. I told you that you are scaring me.” “You will hate me.” My eyes widened at his words, “What? No. I would never hate you!” “You will. And you do. I can feel it.” he said quietly.

“I want to quit, and I hope it is not too late.” “I’m sorry, baby girl. You can’t give up,” he says quietly, caressing his cock. “You can see, this mini-me can’t hurt you.” He strokes the enraged dick. “It’s completely harmless.” As if I’m going to believe him. I’m terrified of the veins in it. The veins in his dick scare the crap out of me. The way his dick looks at me makes me want to pass out or flee.

I was never so scared in my life the way I was right now. "What was Stella telling you?" He asked me straight. "Nothing," I avoid looking at his face. "I am asking you something." His anger was rising with every word he was saying but his tone was calm. It was scaring the hell out of me. When I kept silent, he growled in anger and I swallowed in fear. Should I tell him? Should I tell she was telling me to stop you. "Stop yelling at me." I didn't know from where did I get that courage but I spoke.

‌ “‌And w‌hen you‍’re scared, you try to⁠ c​ontrol eve⁠rything arou​nd yo​u.” He looke​d a⁠way for a moment, then‍ gav‍e a short la‍ugh that hel⁠d no humor. ​“You wan‍t‍ th‌e truth‌? Yes.‌ I’m sca‍red.” ‌ Th‍at stopped me.

I turn my gaze down before I say: "I stopped. . . , I stopped because I was afraid" I know it sounds stupid, but I don't want him to get bored with me. I don't want him to think I'm a scared, I don't want him to think that i'm just a little girl who can't do what he asks of me, I don't want him getting someone else for that. "Fear of what?" he asks, frowning and still in his earnest voice.