Distraction Book Novels & Stories

ELENA Almost half an hour was spent and I was still reading the same page. Distractions came in forms. Like at the moment I was completely preoccupied by this huge distraction that walked into the room in the form of my husband. It should be illegal to look this attractive in just sweats. I was too sore from last night to entertain thoughts about this gorgeous man. I forced my eyes back to my book, determined to finish the confrontation part within the next five minutes. Well that was until he sat down right in front of me, scrolling through his phone.

with that in mind, I stood slightly and turned my chair to face the entrance so I wouldn’t be distracted by him. I heard a low laugh as I placed the book on my lap once more but I ignored him. It was hard but I did it. His presence was a distraction.

Nicholas insisted on tidying up, brushing off my offer to help. He was just simply stubborn. So, I decided to roam around as he cleaned up our little mess. It is also to make the food go down. I wandered among the shelves, trailing my fingers over the spines of the books. The piles of books are fascinating since they all look classic and just ancient. While looking, my gaze landed on one of the books where a piece of paper slipped out. I grabbed the book, saw the title as Forbidden Devotion, and found a nearby table. Perched on the edge of the table, I eagerly flipped through the pages. But instead of a story, I stumbled upon a stash of folded papers nestled within the book's pages.

They knew better. I remember one day when Venus came home from school and she walked straight past Zeus without even looking at him. This was a few months before we left for training. Venus had just turned twelve at the time. After bribing her with chocolate chip cookies and chocolate milk he got her to tell him what was wrong. Apparently a group of boys at school were always picking on her about not having any friends. Normally she handled it well. Able to give it right back to them. Venus had always chosen to keep to herself. We knew she thought friends were a waste of time. She was constantly studying, or reading, or just listening to music. She said friends would come later, but for rig

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. ************************************

Zach POV The sound of gentle piano music from a Bluetooth speaker drove me crazy. An hour ago, it had been helping me concentrate on the thick, old tome on the kitchen table in front of me. Now, I couldn’t keep my eyes on the words. Everything seemed to be distracting me. But if I stopped, it would take that much longer to resolve this situation. I lifted my head from the book and glanced at the notes I’d taken so far. I didn’t actually think any of it was useful, but maybe it was. Maybe this wasn’t an exercise in futility.

It was obvious the woman was doing her best to keep a distance between them. Declan leaned back against the seat and flipped through a few documents, his eyes lingering on the pages a little longer than usual. He hardly noticed how the whispered voices of the mother and child kept breaking through his train of thought, distracting him without his realizing it. And yet, he was willing to be distracted – their quiet chatter filled the air with warmth.

It was so bad, I completely lost my train of thought and had to end the meeting early. I'm being completely ridiculous and this needs to stop. That’s why as soon as I come back to my apartment, I get ready to do what I always do when I'm spiraling and I want to distract myself. I open a new book, make some tea and read about a new fictional world where everything is easy, men aren’t evil psychopaths and there are no bad consequences to pursuing love. But somewhere between chapter seven and eight, I let my mind go rogue for just a second. So it casts Bram Kent as the leading male. Protective, possessive and crazy with want.

The book is close to being done, and I don’t want anything to distract me. After realizing I went down a rabbit hole for over an hour looking at puppy videos that somehow turned into watching other people organize their house while my apartment was a disaster, I had to resort to drastic measures. But my phone vibrates again, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s Cade. It’s late and normally he’s asleep. We’d said goodnight to each other earlier…but I just have to check. Annoyed by my lack of willpower to stay focused while finishing the last ten chapters of the book, I set my laptop aside and walk over to my phone.

Geneveive Tessa Robert I blinked at the alarm clock and closed my eyes for the eleventh time. It was two a.m., and I was still unable to sleep. I opened my eyes and reached out for the novel chosen by the book club, an old read for me—Firestarter by Stephen King. I wondered why we had to read something like this in a book club where the majority of the members were hopeless romantics. I stared at the folded page and slowly opened it. I was still stuck in chapter eight since I started the book at the beginning of the month. Even though it was an old read, I was still finding it difficult to read it because I was distracted and worried.