Why Does He Call You Babygirl Novels & Stories

He only speaks to me when it’s necessary, in short words, and won’t stay in my company for too long. He won’t even look at me. He chose a guest room on the ground floor, thats as far away from me as physically possible while still living under the same roof. But it’s different this time. I didn’t kiss him. I didn’t do anything, actually. He's the one who touched me, set me on damn fire, told me I’m truly fucked, and called me baby girl. He called me baby girl. No matter how crazy my imagination is, it couldn’t, even in its wildest form, have made that up.

Okay, fine, I'll make that decision when I'm sober. Silence stretches between us, thick and electric. His gaze moves over me slowly, like he’s taking inventory or deciding something, making my skin tighten everywhere he looks. “Are you lost, Baby Girl?” He asks quietly, voice thick, daring me to play along. Hm. Baby Girl. Why do I like the sound of that? D*mn me. No normal girl would meet a total stranger and melt at the name he gives her. But then, I never told you I was normal.

“Okay, Lara. Want to tell me what is going on?” I shake my head, leaning further into him. He sighs. “My baby girl.” Oh my goodness. I freeze. Butterflies erupt in my stomach immediately, dancing as if they’re having some party. He just called me baby girl. Why does it sound so nice coming from him? “Tell me what is wrong with you so I can make it go away. I promise it will be a thing of the past once I’m done with it. Nothing should disturb my baby.” My knees go weak, and I thank God that his hands are supporting my waist.

I yell "How could you stalk me,frighten me and traumatize me like that?!" His expression switches from confused to realization. What? So.. "Why did you do it?! Why?!" I sob placing a hand on my aching chest. "Baby.." he tries to touch me again "Baby?" I startle at Ronan's voice. "What's going on here? Why's he calling you baby." He asks confused "Ronan.." I whisper "Why did he just call you baby?" "Ronan" I hiccup "I was going to tell you." "Tell me..what?"

why is he calling nonstop I picked up my phone and wanted to turn it off when I saw 10 new messages, my eyes almost popped out of their socket, I clicked on them and began to read “Baby Girl I’m sorry please come back home” “I promise never to yell at you again” “Please pick up the phone let's talk” “I’m worried about you, are you okay?” “Where you at?” “At least reply to one of my messages” “I’m sorry baby girl please come back home, I promise never to about at you again, I was only thinking you still love Micheal that's why you keep destroying his engagement, I thought you still wanted him….I don't know why I was feeling that way, I’m sorry baby girl please come home to your older man”

OH MY GOD I JUST CALLED HIM BABY. I left him in the room for a bit because honestly, he wouldn’t stop teasing me with that damn “baby” nickname. Like, he’s loving seeing me annoyed. Newsflash: that wasn’t some cute pet name—I was talking about an actual baby. Tsk. But what else could I expect from that guy? Not just some cult member, not just a savage beast or monster—he’s a full-on demon. And I guess I should be grateful he hasn’t tossed me straight to hell yet for all the dumb crap I’ve pulled.

“My parents are crazy. My sister is named Heart. My brother is Sweet. I’m Baby.” Her mouth opened. “Wow.” “Yep,” Baby smiled. “Crazy parents.” She laughed softly and offered her hand. “Nice to meet you, Baby.” Baby was about to shake her hand when Isis suddenly grabbed her hand. “Who gave you the right to touch my girlfriend?” Isis said sharply, his voice dangerous. Baby sighed. “Relax. It’s not like I’m going to steal her from you—” Suddenly, Baby collapsed. Thankfully, Caius caught him before he hit the floor, but Baby remained unconscious.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed himself to me, filling me with warmth like we didn't just fight. “You came.” My voice literally cracked. “Of course, are you crying?” He asked, his breath assaulting my face and ears. “No, why would I cry?” I lied, but he knew I was lying. His arms wrapped me tighter to him, and he left a trail of reassuring kisses across my shoulders. I'm so in love, I need help. “My baby girl.” “You're not mad at me?” I got really confused. Now I started to feel guilty. I should do right by him.

"Fuck, fuck !" "You like that, baby?" Him calling me baby in his thick voice caused shivers to run down my spine. My facial muscles were disorientated and didn't know how to act as the pressure was building up between my thighs. "Call me baby again." I tried to get the words out and he traced his finger down, penterating my vagina, causing me to scream from the pleasure. "Oh, I can call you many other things baby." He said. "I want your dick, fuck me with your dick." I bit my lip hard, I feared it would bleed.

“Where are you going?” “One of my boys…” “You have boys?” “You know, my friends… One of them bought a dog, so I am going over to play with it” he said. “Is the dog more important than the conversation we were having?” “Oh, baby, it is or I might lose my cool and hurt you instead” with that he was out the door. But a word keep ringing in my head. “Baby” he called me “baby”. I know he doesn’t love me and he didn’t attach any feelings when he called me baby, but I still feel myself blush.