Novel & Cerita Stop It You're Scaring Him

He told the human to stop whimpering, and the human, who was still shaking with fear, stopped whimpering. I thought I heard someone scream...... From the outside, someone said. Gabe stopped the man from screaming when he opened his mouth. If you scream again, I'll rip off every one of your arms and legs and throw them to the vultures. The man was scared and shook his head. He was so scared that he was shaking so much that he almost lost his balance. Gabe helped him keep his balance.

He looked at me with the same stare he was hell confused about everything. “Yes, what's mine, and you're going to regret it throughout your life because of it,” he said in his cold voice which caused goosebumps all over my body. He again lifted his hand to punch him and my eyes widened in horror. Before he could punch him again I stopped him with all my strength. If he punches him again he will faint. “Zanvil just stopped it. Just stop, don't harm him” I shouted in anger, tears flowing from my eyes continuously. I stood in between them so he won't harm Scott anymore.

I couldn't stop stuttering because I was so scared of him now. "Oh please, drop the act already and it's starting to fucking annoy me, you're not scared or maybe you are? You're scared of my big cock," he replied with a mischievous smile as if he just said some time really funny. I can't believe how this turns out, I’m so fucking nervous and scared of him.

he sobbed, falling on his side like a tree suddenly cut off. "You're just being overly dramatic, but can this happen? Like if this really happens--" "It's already happening. What the fuck do you mean?" "This is only a psychological effect. You'll be fine tomorrow, but I'm asking what happens if you never get it up-" "I don't even want to find out. Can you stop scaring me with questions like that?" He scowled. "There's no God of lust that has ever stopped fucking. The heavens forbid it, hell spits on it."

He was exhausted and wanted to rest but she didn't let him, she was torturing him acting like a baby, he sighed in frustration and walked to her side then carried her to the bathroom. He put her in front of the toilet and turned from her to walk out of there, but he halted as she called out to him, "Don't go, don't leave me alone." her voice was fragile and feeble. "Why should I stay?" He asked, his back still facing her. "Because I'm scared, what if the boogie man comes for me." She whined. In her drunken state, Scar was like a child and she didn't want the 'boogie man' to get her.

One thing I knew, he hated that photo. Before Xavier pushes the door bell, I opened it first making him jump and put her hand on her chest. He Looks at me like I've done something. "You scared me", he hit me with his finger then Looks at me up and down. "Mama mia" she pauses. "you look like a stripper", he laugh loudly and points at my face. I almost bite her finger but he immediately brings it back. "Sorry. It's just... Okay, let's go", he rake my head with his arm. Xavier is like inches tall on me. We have very large height gap that's why he can bully me anytime. She knew, I always being called a stripper.

He appeared to feel guilty and empathize with me now. He tiptoed into the bedroom and saw a lump in the blanket. Thinking it was me, he whispered, "Darling, I'm home. I know you're awake, and I want to say sorry. Let's have a talk." The lump in the blanket did not move. He continued, "I will set boundaries with Luna. I'll never contact her anymore. Shall we go to the beach someday? We could go to dramas and musicals. I won't force you into those extreme hobbies of mine. Forgive me, please?"

Did I hear it right? “Don’t make me repeat it again.” he almost whispered. I smiled and chuckled a bit. “Are you shy?” He rolled his eyes and leaned on the couch. “Stop or I’ll leave?” “Are you sure?” I smirked. “It’s already early in the morning and you know---” “Stop.” My mouth formed a wide smile. “There’s ghost outside---” “I said stop---” “Awoooo~” He hurriedly moved beside me and looked at the door. I laughed loudly at his cute reaction. OMG, I discovered that he’s scared of ghosts!

"Spare me." I stop. "Spare me whatever you were about to say," he says, and his voice is still quiet but there is something underneath it now that is not quiet at all. "I am trying very hard right now to be calm, I am trying very hard to be a different version of myself than the one you have every reason to be afraid of. But you are standing in front of me and you are about to give me another explanation and I cannot." He stops again, his jaw is tight. "I cannot hear another one."

I froze. “What?” “You stopped yourself.” I shook my head. “No—you stopped me.” “I held your arm,” he said. “You made the choice.” Silence. Because part of me Knew that was true. And part of me Was terrified of it. “What if next time I don’t?” I asked quietly. He didn’t answer immediately. And that hesitation? It scared me more than anything else tonight. “Then I’ll stop you again,” he said. Simple. Direct. Like it was that easy.