Create A Distraction Part 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Colt returned his head, "What do you mean?" "You see! Even if we reach the Pandemonium a couple minutes faster, that's still no good. It's still daylight, right? So let's use that to our advantage. The Pandemonium is still 20 km away… before we reach the island, we need to create a significant distance between us and the others. I'm pretty sure we need some kind of distraction that will slow others while we can climb the platform as early as possible!" "Okay… but how are we supposed to create a distraction for over 100 people? Their numbers are just insane…"

Long. Annoyed. Defeated. But he says it anyway. “It’s distracting.” … ……… ………………… WHAT. WHATTTTTT. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT. “DISTRACTING HOW??” I whisper aggressively. He closes his eyes like he regrets everything. “It makes me… react.” I DIE. I DIE AND RESPAWN. AND DIE AGAIN. Before I can interrogate him further— Mrs. Jang returns. Holding.

’ I inquired, eager to put this plan into action. [Something powerful and attention-grabbing. It must be convincing enough to momentarily divert Dorian's focus.] My inner strength's guidance fueled my determination, and I began to shape a vivid hypnotic distraction in my mind—a breathtaking display of vibrant light and celestial beauty that would surely intrigue and captivate Dorian. [Now, Seraphine, unleash the hypnotic distraction with all your might. Make it vivid and enticing.] With my inner power's guidance, I focused my energy and sent forth the hypnotic distraction—a dazzling spectacle that radiated an irresistible allure. It danced and shimmered in the air, a beacon of mesmerizing li

I can almost see the thoughts running through his mind, the hesitation, the calculation, the awareness of just how wrong this could go. But I am past the point of overthinking. I need something—anything—that pulls me out of the chaos in my head, something that drowns out the hurt, the anger, the endless noise. And right now, he is the only distraction that feels strong enough to do it. A dick-straction if you will. “Gina…” he starts, my name leaving his lips like a warning, like he is trying to anchor himself before he does something he cannot take back.

One of his hands wrapped around my front, his fingers slowly stroking my stomach as we waited for the TVs and consoles to turn on. “Maybe we should play a different game,” he murmured, his teeth catching my earlobe and dragging over it gently. I bit back a groan, and when I moved against his erection, he pressed me against him to trap me. “For the sake of distraction, of course.” “Of course,” I agreed. “You try to focus on the round.” He hit a few buttons, setting the game up. “And I’ll try to get you off before it ends.” Shit.

'I hate my life. ***The next morning.*** The annoying sound of the alarm woke me up at exactly 5:00am. I turn off the alarm and got up from the bed, my body still ache a lot. I groaned when I felt a sharp pain at my forehead. I stretch my hands a bit towards the drawer close to the bed and brought out some pain relief, then I grabbed a bottle of water that I always keep on the shelf. I know, medicine on an empty stomach is not right but I took it anyways with water to push it down. After that, I walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth and bath. When I was done, I got dressed up in a blue long sleeve shirt, a black jeans trouser and a pair of white converse. I leave my hair down to cover up

I'll be fired. "What's up, sleepyhead?" he jokes. "Have you finished the agreement I need?” I press my lips together and frown. "One paragraph to go, sir.” " Okay, I'll wait here.” He takes his cell phone from his pocket and begins texting someone. His nearness is a major distraction. I struggle to focus amid the intoxicating fragrance and his overpowering presence. I attempt to push his face out of my thoughts, but his striking features, the contour of his full lips, and his neatly trimmed beard continue to invade my imagination. I shut my eyes and make a conscious effort to clear my mind, all in a bid to regain my concentration.

I glared down at the empty page as if it had personally offended me. After another ten minutes of staring at nothing, I finally threw the pencil onto the desk. “Forget it,” I said aloud. Working in this mood was pointless. Maybe I just needed a distraction. I reached for my laptop and opened a streaming site. I planned to watch a movie I had seen recommended earlier. Something simple, something mindless that would help clear my head. The homepage loaded. But instead of the movie section, the screen landed on a trending entertainment page. Celebrity gossip.

Penelope I was reeling from the conversation I had just finished with my mother. I thought about forgiving her that instant instead of giving myself an arbitrary time frame, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. My mind was running in circles, and I had to distract myself, fast. I opened my phone ready to doomscroll my pain away. When I clicked on the I*******m app, I was trusting the app to push down all my thoughts and distract me from thinking entirely.

Alas, I waited for nothing yet again. Sighing, I get my laptop out to work. We may be on break but I need to mix some new songs to play at the club. At least now I won’t have to pull an all-nighter for it. Clearing my mind, I pour my all into my music. Maybe if made myself busy then I’d have less time to miss Ethan. But let me tell you right now, the distraction method doesn’t work. How do I know? Because I spent the last four hours trying to distract myself but not even my music could distract me from the fast that I miss Ethan so much.