Create A Distraction Part 2 Novels & Stories

Because if I kept talking to him, one of us was genuinely going to end up strangled before this flight ended. I reopened my laptop quickly, trying to focus on work again. The Alte Tech project still glowed brightly across the screen. I just need anything to distract me from the irritatingly handsome prince sitting beside me. I forced myself to focus. But somehow, every tiny movement from him kept distracting me. Is this some kind of test?

My child, ye are full of surprises! Maddie chuckles as she lays out the wood obstacles. "These are just in case ye manifest a physical power-, tossing things across the field, all that fun nonsense." "What about the herbs?" Selene's eyes bouquet hanging from a pole. "Oh, that's just to differentiate the obstacle items! It's also amusing to see yer face wondering what they are for!" Maddie walks to the center of the field. "Let's start. Distortion is simple. Imagine a picture in yer mind and then manifest. How about a waterfall?" Maddie suggests.

"You called to hear my voice?" "Is that strange?" "No. I just. No one has ever called to hear my voice before." "Then everyone else is missing out." I sat down on my bed. Pulled my knees up to my chest. "How was your day?" "Long. I had studio all afternoon. My project is behind schedule. I keep getting distracted." "Distracted by what?" "By you." There it was again. The flip in my stomach. The warmth spreading through my body. "I am distracting," I said. "I did not know I could be distracting."

“You're still mad at me about what happened in the office.” “I'm not mad,” I lied. “Yes, you are. You bottle up your feelings and look for distractions. This is a distraction. I know you wouldn’t want to have sex with me on those terms.” I swallowed loudly, drifting my eyes away from him. Yes, I am mad. But…I need this distraction, you see. I live on distractions to eliminate my hurt, my pain. That’s all I know how to do. “What’s wrong? You can talk to me, and I will listen.”

Their new companion, Melissa, sat on the old mattress, distracted with Adam's phone. She was currently addicted to playing games, tapping vigorously with big eyes that were thirsty to win. In a way, this was a good method of distraction. She was less of a worry. Brie limped impatiently around the silent basement and glanced at her own phone. She needed a distraction herself. It didn't help that her ankle stung and she had a piercing headache. The suspense after seeing the live fight on TV left her speechless. The news hadn't said anything officially but there was a lot of movement on social media.

If these brains are in the feet, the cubicle is turned into a motel. There is a motel near here; why haven't they waited? Their body itches are still there to be blasted, because even if it takes them all day to whine, they won't bother anyone, and they won't be bothered either. But her gossip existed for the first time, so she couldn't stop herself from walking away.

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[ NEW TASK: THE GHOST ] [OBJECTIVE: IGNORE DOMINIC GREYHOUND FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE EVENT. [CRITERIA: NO EYE CONTACT. NO CONVERSATION. ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT EXIST.] [REWARD: $500,000 & INTRODUCTION TO A NEW PROSPECTIVE LOVE INTEREST.] I freeze. “No. Not tonight,” I plead silently. “Anything but this.” The screen pulses a deep, warning red. [FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN A PARTIAL RESET OF BEAUTY ATTRIBUTES.] Partial reset? Beauty attributes? I would start getting ugly? In real time?

Then, trail off to where she was destined to be. Distraction was not a thing to Elena. Care to what other people was doing and care to what you are doing is a different thing. Distraction exist because one thinks what other people are doing. Thinking whether what you do impressed them or thinking of other people liking you by what you do. Whatever it is, thinking comes because the one who thinks cares. And, a lot of thinking means the one who thinks cares a lot.

“I'm sorry.“ That was the best reply I could come up with. To my surprise, she didn't persist, but just let out a relieved sigh. “Dinner's ready. Let's eat.“ The mere thought of food made me remember that awful scene of Megan and the jerk. Being enlightened now on what the source of these foods were created this rumbling in my stomach and disgust in my throat. “I'm not hungry. Goodnight.“ I added quickly and walked away before she tries stopping me. Vivian was already stretched out on the wooden bed but quickly adjusted for me the second I walked into the room. I tried to get rid of the forlorn look on my face and wear a smile as I joined her on the bed. “Are you alright?“