Novel & Cerita Create A Distraction Part 2

Alexander's Point Of View : A few days bled into a fucking week of freaking high-stakes stupid hide-and-seek game. I was leisurely exploring the god damn city, enjoying my small vacation in my own not so amazing way. Because it's not fun if I don't crash a party and I could do that now because of a freaking stupid fat ass sexy mutt. On the other hand my magical trackers were working their ass’ in double shifts to find the fucking clue about the freaking next relic which seems to be wiped from this idiotic world because no matter what I just couldn't find a clue about them anywhere as if someone just erased their fucking existance.

Slowly, I take one hand off the wheel and reach into my pocket, pulling out my phone. I unlock it with a practiced motion. My thumb hovers over Caleb’s contact for a second. Then I type: Left already. Handle yourself. Three dots appear quickly and a few seconds later, Caleb’s message comes through. Caleb: Are you with him? The i*******m guy? Before I can even think of replying, another one comes through. Caleb: Careful. No distractions, remember? Annoyance flickers through me, quick and sharp as I type rapidly: Fuck off.

They shifted back and forth effortlessly as they caused utensils to rise and float, glasses to be filled with water without hands on the pitchers, and someone began singing the most beautiful song in my head. More voices joined, harmonizing perfectly. I forgot all the chaos going on around me and closed my eyes to just listen to that sound. I felt as if I could be one with it if I could just focus a little more. The voices continued and I drifted along, oblivious to all around me. Apparently, this is a distraction technique used to unhinge enemies focused on your destruction. It sure worked on me, when I opened my eyes, not only had my place setting been set, complete with silverware a

Declan’s POV. I drummed my fingers against the smooth surface of my desk, the beat and tunes of my fingers rhyming to an imaginary rhythm only I could hear. If I was being honest, it was quite catchy and would make a great sound if I decided to prolong it, but it was useless. Why? Because it wasn't helping me in the way I thought it would. A distraction. I wanted a distraction and I thought idle shenanigans, no matter how little they were, would take my mind off of an issue that was tearing me apart, but I couldn't be more wrong.

The question came so suddenly it surprised me, I almost stop running at the soft tone used to utter the question. What..? Throwing your body down on the ground and giving up, it will distract you from getting to your destination. It was said in the same soft tone that makes my skin crawl, it’s like she wants me to do everything but succeed. You know that’s not what I meant when I said distraction! I snarl at my subconscious, angry that she’s urging me to just give up. It’s like she doesn’t even want to live. I continue on as I try to think of a plan to distract them. What if I were to loop in and out of the debris but that wouldn’t work, would it?

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I have to get over myself. To get my mind to divert I took my laptop and start working. Work is the only thing that helps me to distract my thoughts. ************************************

‘You need distraction enough distraction to curb your hunger and make it lie down’ “Yes.” Not pleasure. Just.. Relief. ‘You want her,’ Mylor said simply. “I cannot have her.” ‘Then take something else’.. It sounded ugly. It was ugly and I hated that he was right. I sought out a distraction. A body or at least a pair of willing hands. A moment to silence the images in my head and I quickly unzipped my pants and took my rising and hardening dick in my hands and began to rub it so I could calm down and sleep.

But there wasn’t much I could do at the moment. Not yet. Soon, I promised myself. I was still coming up with a plan — something perfect, something flawless that would get rid of the problem once and for all. And when I enacted it, it would be final. Amber wouldn’t even know what hit her. I clenched my fists so hard the bones cracked. I needed to distract myself before I lost my mind. Grabbing my phone, I opened a shopping app, aimlessly scrolling through page after page of random crap—kitchen gadgets, wireless earbuds, luxury sneakers, designer watches.

I shuddered when he moved his lips in close to my ear and said. “It’s a nine tenths focus, are you focused, Alora?” With a shaky voice, I replied: “Ye…yes.” “Now visualize where you want to stick that dart into.” Instead, I visualized turning around and pulling down his sweatpants, then stick his dick into my mouth. Gosh, I could feel it poking my ass, that got me unbearably hot and bothered. “Have you seen the spot you want to hit?” “Yes…yes.” “Now aim, are you ready?”