Beg For Attention Novels & Stories

Gabriel's "You've been keeping that face for almost a week now, Gab. Seriously, what's wrong?" Kevin asked one afternoon while we're having our late lunch. It has been a busy week for all of us. The three idiots and their block came up with the idea of putting up the undying marriage booth as their fundraiser. And Mike and I were like, that's all? That's all you can think of? They could've at least put some twist on it but then, surprisingly, the board approved their proposal with much of their luck, if you ask me. Barry said that he and Marvin is too lazy to dig deeper into their creative minds but for all we knew, it doesn't have any creativity at all.

is the first comment that catches his attention. “Where is your husband ma” is the second comment that catches his attention “Caleb Wellington wasn’t available to attend the congratulatory dinner, because he is so busy that he couldn’t attend the staycation too or wasn’t he invited?” another comment catches his attention and he exits the comment section.

It simply means you are paying attention, that you are interested in what happens rather than either dreading it or performing indifference toward it. The book debuted at number three on multiple digital platforms before the physical copies had even reached major retailers. By the following midday it had climbed to number one in social commentary categories across five countries. My phone was a continuous stream of notifications - interview requests, podcast invitations, international speaking enquiries - and I let most of them go unanswered for the time being, because the foundation was the priority and because agreeing to everything is a way of diffusing your attention until none of it lan

Being careful to never drawing in large crowds like my brother. Yes, we performed miracles, just not to the masses like my twin. Too much attention brought trouble, little by little would take longer but would be more effective. We made sure to obscure our faces with a bright holy light and made a show of having our wings noticed. That was only when we drew in small crowds. Whispers of the Creator's sacred angels started to get around. No one could verify because no one ever knew when and how we'd show up or for how long we stayed.

Nothing that wasn't true. He never had his phone in his hand when he was talking to someone. He put it face down or in his pocket and he looked at you. Completely. Like you were the only thing in the room that mattered. I had been in enough meetings with enough important people to know how rare that was. Most people at his level had learned to perform attention. Beckett just paid it. He noticed things about me too. I caught him at it sometimes. Not in an obvious way. In the way someone looks at something when they are trying to understand it rather than when they want you to know they are looking.

“For even coming back as a rogue, she's supposed to be executed.” The whispers got louder with each moment, and Beatrice and Lisa’s faces glowed with pride. As for my father, his expression only turned dark, the visible veins on his neck a sign that he was reigning in his rage. I didn't let the whispers faze me. Didn't even turn to glance at the crowd behind me. My attention still on the dress, I stretched out my hand, locking eyes with Lisa. “Give it back.” I didn't shout or demand harshly. Instead, my voice was light and calm.

"Celia, stop throwing a tantrum. Why? Are you upset just because we didn't pay enough attention to you? Talk about a big ego." "People are different. Sure, you were good at studying, but school grades don't mean much in the real world." "All that hard work back then, and you're still wearing such cheap clothes." I had only wanted to leave because I hated the atmosphere, but thanks to Mabel's comment, I had suddenly become everyone's target. I let out a slow breath before stating, "I'm sorry, everyone, but I have an important business meeting to get to. Tonight's engagement party is on me. Order whatever you want and put it on my tab."

"You saw the drop long before it happened. I read your report, a little too late though. But Good work. Keep it up and you will climb higher than those you now answer to." Gerald's tight face relaxed and he smiled from ear to ear. "It's a shame your superiors ignored your warnings. Don't let small minds clip your ideas again. Next time send your work directly to me." "Thank you, sir." The young man nodded. 'So he isn't cruel, just precise...and probably a perfectionist,' Emma thought. "Lastly, we just acquired Mora Beauty." Everyone clapped. "And at the back, is Mr. Galavan from Glamour Cosmetics. We are finalizing a merger with his company too, so I asked him to be here with us today, as we

"Our only focus now is Herlington Daily Buzz. I want that name to shine, not just turn a profit." The manager had fallen silent, shocked. This wasn't Diego’s pattern. Diego was a relentless acquisition machine, always looking for the next gold mine to exploit, squeeze dry, and sell. Fixing the reputation of a near-bankrupt gossip media company? That wasn't an investment; it was charity. And Diego Blake was no philanthropist.

Everything suddenly became a blur to her, which is bad. She’s moving on instinct and not truly aware of her surroundings and who she’s attacking. She fiercely growled before stalking behind a tree and calming herself. Both Caleb and Conrad told her how important it is for her to be fully conscious of her every action.