Novel & Cerita Beg For Attention

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.

You must protect Callum at the engagement party! I narrowed my eyes. This would be entertaining to watch.

Pulled the curtains shut, climbed into bed, and right before the dark pulled me under, my mouth curved into this small, almost embarrassed smile I was genuinely glad nobody else was awake to catch. He's not earning his way back into anything yet. Want to be very clear with myself about that, tonight and every night after. But a man who studies exactly how you move before he ever tries to arm you is a man paying way closer attention than he's letting on, and I've built my whole life around noticing that exact kind of detail before anyone else bothers to.

Beggar "Beauty look at me please." I spin around and stare at his sullen face, "What do you want Zero?” I sigh, “My name is Beggar, it's not beauty, it's Beggar, okay, I said it was good. We good, we said what we had to say, don't worry about it. How many times are you gonna keep apologizing?" His face crumbles, and I feel that tug as my resolve slides a fraction. "Until I stop feeling like shit."

Aren’t rules in place to be broken? Beck TO: BECKHAMSINCLAIR@SINTECHCYBERSECURITY.COM FROM: MARGOMORETTI@SINTECHCYBERSECURITY.COM You need to stop looking at me like that. I’m trying to do my job and take notes. Pay attention. You pay me to work. Let me do my job. Your assistant, Margo TO: MARGOMORETTI@SINTECHCYBERSECURITY.COM FROM: BECKHAMSINCLAIR@SINTECHCYBERSECURITY.COM

"Focus on the dance. Everyone is watching." "Nothing," Kael muttered, his eyes scanning the crowded floor with a frantic intensity. "I thought I smelled... an anomaly. Let's move." I watched his panic from across the floor, a cold smirk curving my lips behind my silver filigree. The psychological torment was a pleasant appetizer, but he was no longer my target.

Gave him every piece of my attention. Because he deserved all of it. And because keeping all of it on him was the only thing stopping my mind from running the article's eight paragraphs on a loop. We left at eight twenty. He held my hand the whole way and talked about whether triceratops could adapt to coastal environments and what geological evidence would support that theory. I engaged with every point he made. We got to the gate at eight thirty eight. Fenne was there. She looked at me and I saw it immediately — not in what she said but in what her face did before she arranged it. The specific expression of a woman who has read something and is deciding how to be around the person it was w

I say, snuggling into my pillow. " But I need my baby." He says, spanking my ass again. " So come on, get up." " Stop abusing my ass." I groan out. " Well stop being difficult and give me attention. I deserve it." " I always give you attention though. Anyway, don't you have a gym to go to?" " Nope, that was temporary." I roll over onto my back, surprised by these news. " Really?" He nods. " And if I were to go back, it would have to be with you." He says, sitting back down on the bed.

He looked like someone had drained all the life out of him, leaving behind only an empty shell. But I felt nothing looking at his pain. I picked up the check, tore it cleanly in half, and placed both pieces on the table. "Elder," I said, my voice steady and clear, "that's not necessary. I'm already prepared to go to Northern Shadow Pack. I'm leaving today and will never return to bother your family again." The elder's eyebrows rose in genuine surprise. He had clearly expected me to grab the money and run like the gold-digger he believed me to be.

I stared at him, then slowly licked my lower lip. "I don't know whether to laugh or be annoyed by your stupidity, Zachary," I stated and stepped back. "Is what I did really hurt your ego that much, Atasha?" he asked, the frustration in his eyes faded. What? Ego?