Distraction Book Novels & Stories

Maybe I should have sat with my shitty feelings and worked through them, but I always want something to distract me. This is why I need a distraction now. I'm already stuck in my head, overthinking everything , and it is driving me nuts. I hear a phone beep and reach for it on the bedside table. A text from Lily. I shouldn't look, but I can't help it. Lily - What made you leave me? Are you home? Should I come over? My eyes squeeze shut. A distraction. Lily could fill the void, but no. Fuck that. I type and hit send.

But what did he mean by “distraction?” “Keep yourself busy until you no longer think about him.” Yeah, easier said than done. All I wanted to do was to crawl into a hole and die. The airport was a twenty-minute drive from my home, and we reached it in less than fifteen minutes thanks to Mike’s skillful driving. We walked along the concourse as I fought the memories that sneaked in. I tried Mike’s advice. Distraction. Only it wasn’t working how I wanted. Different smells stirred my senses as he herded me toward the gate. The rich scent of coffee beans, cookies, and cakes succeeded in grabbing my attention as we walked past a café.

“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.”

If only she weren't— A rattle interrupted my endless train of thoughts. Wasn't I alone in here? Or maybe it was a rat or a cockroach. I decided not to pay attention to it. I was about to bring out my book when I heard the noise again. "Fucking pissing rodents..." I growled tossing my book aside. I got up from where I sat and headed toward the source of the noise. I just needed to chase the rat away so I could study in peace. I hated distractions.

Damian's POV The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated the documents spread across my workspace. I was deeply engrossed in reviewing quarterly reports, my pen scratching against the paper as I made notes. My phone binged, the screen lighting up with a notification. Without looking, I reached out and tossed it aside, determined to focus. Distractions could wait; work couldn’t. Minutes turned into hours as I buried myself in the numbers, analyzing every detail. But then I realized I needed the folder containing the new project details.

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This is the fifth book of the Temptation Series. All the books under this series can be read as standalone books. This series deals with a series of passionate love stories of the Donnelly brothers and their friends, with spin-offs, all having captivating plotlines to keep you interested till the end. Summary

I would try to lose myself in the world of fiction and forget for a while the extraordinary turn of events that had happened in my life over the weekend. With a resigned sigh, I picked a volume and settled on the couch, hoping that the distraction of printed words could push away the tumultuous thoughts that haunted me. Already absorbed in the reading, I immersed myself in the pages of the book and finally managed to forget a bit about the world around me. However, the momentary peace was interrupted by the insistent buzz of my phone, breaking the silence of the room with a notification of a new message. Reluctantly, I paused my reading, questioning the relevance of such a late communication

I asked bewildered. "You are turning me into a really corny man, you are really a bad distraction, love." He said with a smirk on his face. "Well, If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have discovered this side of you. So I'm not a bad distraction." I retorted. "Right, you are not a bad distraction... You are my perfect distraction." ******

The silence pressed in on me, amplifying the chaotic clamor of my thoughts. How to distract myself? The library was my escape but the thought of quiet contemplation, of delving into someone else's carefully constructed narrative, felt utterly unappealing. I needed something… different. Something that demanded my full attention, something that would soothe the raw edges of my anxiety.

I must use this time wisely. “Now,” I take my seat at the table. “I need to find something.” Anything, and I decided to just pick at random from the pile. I end up picking a thick and old-looking book. Something that will likely take some hours to properly go all the way through. Good. Perhaps it will help me take my mind off this strange pain. I move to rub my sore stomach again. I hope it will. And distract me from anything else, “Ah,” I softly wince again, but force myself to carry on, not seeing any other options. All I have is work, and finding no more excuses, open the cover and start.