Zoophobia Addison Novels & Stories

Zachary begged her on his knees not to leave him because he loved her so much, but the girl slapped and kicked him, beating him. I witnessed it. Zachary is so pitiful at that time. She screamed at him, calling him names even dogs wouldn't want. She said he was sick and crazy, and she didn't want to have a crazy boyfriend. Zachary stays in his place, begging her not to leave him, but that woman spits on him like he was a thrash and leaves him. We brought him to the hospital because he lost consciousness, and when he woke up, he didn't want to be left alone. His autophobia seldom comes. After seven years, this is the second time, as well as IED. This past year he didn't do self-harm, just toni

Zion explained with a gentle but nervous voice. "But I didn't, doesn't that count?" Xander asked with a bitter smile. "Yeah, like I said, you're progressing, maybe we should have a few sessions, it's been a while since you met a shrink, don't you think?" Zion suggested. "No! You end up making me develop a headache or migraine at the end of it," Xander said, glaring at Zion. "Oh come on, it'll be fine, you only have headaches because you don't use the pills I give," Zion said, arching his eyebrows.

My assistant asked: “Sir Carlos’ size?” Zaidan and I were side by side, so he could hear what my assistant was saying, loud and clear. I pulled my lips back and responded. "Yes." Zaidan was about the same height as Carlos. I tried to help them get to bed, but he sat on the couch and wouldn't budge. I furrowed my eyebrow and said.” You’ll be more comfortable if you lie down.” Zaidan threw me with these words. “I have myophobia.”

He didn’t even look at his hand. “It was a scratch, Addison,” he said, his voice flat, like he was correcting a simple mistake. “A little one. You were probably… stressed. Seeing things that weren’t there because of your phobia.” He gestured to my plate with his fork. “Now, eat your food. No more questions.” He picked up his own fork and began to eat, the conversation clearly over.

“I told you. Now it’s your turn.” I pushed his arm away and spun out of his grasp, once again running my fingers through my hair as I struggled to put the words together in a sentence that was so simple. “What is the problem, Brenda?” I stopped and close my eyes. “You’re addicted to sex”—I opened them again—“and I’m addicted to love.” He stopped. Freeze. His eyes widened a tiny amount. Enough that I noticed it. “I’m addicted to love and people. I get addicted to the sounds of people’s voices and the touches of their hands. I get addicted to their habits, their quirks. I am in love with love.”

We already get him some drugs that seem to work perfectly for him I just-" She sighed after explaining slowly. "I'm sorry," I said sympathetically. Suddenly feeling sorry for her, she smiled and looked at me "You know...I think Adrian likes you, he just doesn't know how to relate or make friends, but he wants friends too, he wants to have fun too. He got his phobia when he was 5, when he was abducted, his dad's a cop, and he was taken hostage, it got worse when he was used as a hostage again by a robbery fugitive, and he had to repeat class because he got so sick and find it hard to trust anyone, always thinking everyone meant him harm, it was hard putting his phobia under control...I should

It’s just as demented as she is though, so I’m not entirely surprised. Addi twists her hands together as she thinks about it, as she thinks about all of them. I’m unaware of all the ghosts she’s seen, how many she saw before her parents dropped her off here. “Probably a man that jumped off of a thirty story building. He was…” “Flat.” Phoebe blurts out before convulsing into a fit of laughter. I knew this was a bad idea, playing into Phoebe’s sick and twisted games. “Gina, truth or dare?” Addison blurts out into the room cutting Phoebe’s cackle short.

Everything would fall apart instantly. After a thorough investigation, I finally found out what each person is afraid of. I'm saving the best prank for last. They won't even see it coming. Thanks to Liam I now have a phone. I can only use it for a camera and to text only anyone in the mafia. Which is stupid but whatever. Better then nothing I suppose. Bane has Zoophobia, a fear of all animals. That one should be easy. Charlie is surprisingly afraid of Balloons. It's called Globophobia. Also should be an easy one.

She lifted a big drawing of 0/10 to my face, shaking her head. “Sisi, I do better than this in the tests Zoey gives me, and she always makes sure all her lessons are simple,” Marcy told me, disappointedly. “Don’t speak like that, Marcy. Getting your wolf can be very tricky, and for someone with a history of anxiety, it’s going to be even harder,” Zoey said. My eyes widened. “How do you know about anxiety?” I asked, because I didn’t recall telling her that. She gave a simple shrug and replied, “Wolf instinct. And I also saw you take a bottle of anxiety pills this morning.”

Hailey put her mobile phone into her pocket and said, "Let's go, I will take you to the toilet in thr hospital" "No, mommy, it's not that you don't know about this. I have mysophobia. I want to pee in the toilet at home!" Zane ran out of the hospital with Hailey as he spoke, as if there was a ferocious dog chasing after them. Hailey followed his lead and went out, "Can you hold it in!"