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Since she was now working with Innovative Communist, all thanks to me, she needed to sleep early so she could resume work early and meet up with the official resuming hour. I placed my phone down on the bedside stool and didn’t even try her a second time. I convinced myself not to overthink it. Overthinking led to mistakes. To distract myself, I picked up a novel resting on the other side of the bed, right inside the bedside shelf. Beyond The Billionaire’s Betrayal, written by Samson Crowned. I had ordered it from A****n, and since it was a series, I had not yet completed it. I wanted to continue the story right then, but another thought intruded, sharp and unwelcome.

Gavin continued, his tone cutting, “that’s shit and you know it. I never had this distribution problem with the first three books. I showed up at that Barnes & Noble this afternoon and looked like an idiot. My table was almost empty. No, it doesn’t matter how many people actually showed up, it’s the principle of the thing. I’m one of your bestsellers. That’s not how you treat a bestseller.” They stopped at the mezzanine’s railing. The Holiday Inn sat on a slight hill above the surrounding area and Jim gazed out over the parking lot, past the interstate to the city streets: luminous rivers of headlights, neon signs, and streetlights. The distance muffled the city’s sounds and with just a litt

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That same familiar praise again. Hot, brilliant sunlight poured across the bed, and just as he leaned down to kiss me again, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. I turned my head, catching a glance of the caller ID for a fleeting moment, before he straightened my head, ignoring the call as he pinned me down by my wrist, not letting me flee. Kisses, scorching hot and damp, came one after the other. When he realized I seemed to be distracted, he bit my lip, as if it was punishment, and started to attack deeper into my mouth, stealing all my air and leaving me a whimpering mess.

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I whispered in his ear “let me try something.” I pulled out the same journal. I took it with me and flipped it to a page i marked earlier. A passage about “distraction rituals” – very simple spells that would create illusions and misdirect attentions. It was risky, and I had no idea if it would actually work, but it was worth it.

Her head began to ache due to overthinking. It would be better for her kids if she looked for a distraction.An idea popped up in her mind. The novel,Once There Was A Man. She didn't know why but that novel somehow managed to catch her attention and she wanted nothing than to see the end of it. However,the moment she settled down to read she heard a loud commotion downstairs.She at first ignored it but it was coming closer and closer. Diana set the book on the bed and strodded downstairs. "What's going on out there?!" she shot at the guard who made his way to her.

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

Sure, last night he really was at his place so I couldn’t blame him but right now, in the middle of the lawn, it was extreme PDA. I opened my book and started to reread the chapter Prof. Longhorn was teaching us today. I was on page twelve when I caught movement out of the corner of my eyes. I looked up and saw him walking away from the crowd. Maybe this was my time to confront him. I should definitely tell him to stop the rumor before one of the teachers heard of it. I picked up my book, shoved them into my bag, and ran towards him.