Stop It You're Scaring Him Novels & Stories

I swooped in and grabbed him by the shirt. “Start talking!” I said as I shook him. He raised his hands in the air, his eyes wide with fear. “Hey, I'm sorry!” He yelled. I rolled my eyes and dropped him because he looked genuinely scared. “What the hell? I'm not going to hit you. Don't make me look like a villain.” I said with a scoff. He smiled nervously. “I know that. But you're scary when you're mad.” He said. I glared at him and poked him in the forehead with my finger.

"I am not scared of you. You are the scared one, why did you stop fingering me." "I didn't want to lose you, that's why I stopped. You said you might die, you said your body didn't need it. But don't say you weren't scared but you lie. You can't even act not scared." "Fine, I'm scared." "Don't be scared of me. It would be easier for you if you play along and I might get to start hitting your beautiful face and your sexy body if you don't." "Fuck you," I said and spat on him.

—he tapped his temple harshly… “I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop caring if you’re eating or sleeping or breathing.” My breath hitched. I didn’t know what to do with the weight of those words. My fingers tightened around the edge of my arm sling. “Then… what is it?” He stopped pacing. His voice dropped. “Because I’m scared.” That word, scared, coming from Adrian, felt wrong. Alien. Like it didn’t belong to him. “I don’t understand,” I said quietly. “Everyone gets scared.” I gave a small, shaky laugh… maybe at my own pathetic attempt to calm him.

"Huh? I'm trying to warm you." "It's not going to work... Nothing's going to work out... Let's just stop this..." "Why are you saying that? Don't tell me you were compelled—" "No one can stop father... He's scary!" "... Isn't that supposed to be exciting?" "No!! Forget it... Let's just stay here..." I raised an eyebrow. His shivering could've been the sign something was wrong. He's a werewolf and accustomed to winter! After I observed him in silence, I sneaked my hand behind him, wryly, then shouted, "Boo!"

That made him hesitate, just for a second and that was everything. “I said get down!” he shouted again, his voice cracking. “You’re scared,” I said calmly. “Shut up!” “You don’t want to do this.” “I’ll shoot you!” “Then why haven’t you? Because you don’t want to hurt anyone.” He went silent, a crack in his resolve and I took a small step forward. “Stop moving!” He shouted. I stopped, my hands still raised. “You’re in over your head. This isn’t going the way you thought it would” I continued, my voice steady.

he said, and there was no hesitation or exaggeration in it, just a simple, terrifying truth. 'This is madness,' I thought, tears already stinging my eyes. 'He’s going to kill him right in front of me.' “Stop!” I finally cried out, my voice breaking. “Dax! Dax, please stop!” His hand froze mid-air and the silence that followed was suffocating.

“Do not put that into her head.” “She needs to understand!” “What she needs is not to be terrified!” His voice crashed like thunder against stone. “Stop,” I said, softer than both of them, but it cut through the air. They froze. “I’m scared,” I admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “But pretending nothing is happening won’t help.” Kael looked like I’d stabbed him. His hands dropped to my arms, gentle but shaking. “I don’t want you afraid,” he said, voice raw. “Not of this. Not of me. Not of what you are.”

Hearing the title, he matches the break, and brings the car to an abrupt halt, making a loud screeching and ear-piercing sound. "Why did you stop the car?" She asks, even though she understands well what's happening with him. He's scared of horror movies, and that particular movie is one hell of a horror that people are scared of. "Nothing. I was just thinking why would mom select a horror movie instead of a romantic one for us," He says with fear resounding in his voice, his heart already racing fast. Although he hasn't watched the movie yet, the trailer was what scared the hell out of him some months ago.

“Mama that scary man looks like me, His he my papa?.” She didn’t deny it. “He scares me,” Mateo said. “But not the way bad men do.” Her chest ached. “That’s what scares me"

The chain yanked at my leg, stopping me from getting more than a few steps. Eli stopped, swaying on his feet like he didn’t know where he was. His eyes flicked down. Something shifted. They looked… off. Slitted, maybe. But then he blinked, and they were back to normal. Or maybe I was seeing shit. He looked confused. Hurt. But not ashamed. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, voice dropping. Then came the part that made something deep in my chest go cold. “But I can’t stop thinking about you.”