Distraction Book Novels & Stories

"You have never been through this pain, Jenny, it's really a lot of pain. In fact, I would love it if I could have a distraction from the pain." Jenny grabs a book from behind her back as she look me in the eyes. "I hear a good orgasm is a great distraction from pain." The look I give her must make her question everything. She steps back and laughs. "Don't act like we haven't witnessed each other's orgasms. But no, I am not giving you an orgasm, I am handing you a book that is guranteed to make you orgasm. It's dark, so fucking dark, but I creamed at least once every chapter while reading this book, sis."

ZADEN I have a rule about distractions… Don't entertain them. It's not complicated, when I'm working I'm working, and everything outside of what's directly in front of me gets filed under not my problem right now and dealt with later or not at all depending on its actual level of importance. I built an empire on that kind of focus. You don't get to where I am by letting every little thing pull your attention sideways. So I genuinely cannot explain what happened on Wednesday night.

I say and immediately detach my hand from his before making my exit. Oh God. What sort of heavenly mess have I go to myself currently? What is it with all the guys in my life? This is the worst situation I have ever been in my entire life. This is the first lunch break where I haven't had the excessive peace I so desire every time I need to focus on my books. I need to find somewhere else to get a huge dose of distraction Miles and Mr Mitchell alike.

A title soon came to mind and she answered, “Recently, I’ve been reading the book called ‘The Struggle For Sweetness’ and I found it an enjoyable read and to my liking.” A few of the young bachelors burst out in cheerful laughter. “The title of the book is called The Struggle For Sweetness? Is that right? Goodness, it seems like a book related to desert making.” Before Alicia could reply, Ash Pavard parted his lips open and said, “Hmm… Sir Killian, I think you have some sort of misunderstanding. The book is quite famous and renowTed for its humanities of sorts. It looks like you don’t know of this.”

I don’t even know if I’ll pass. ** Nothing seemed to be coming in my mind—I was trying my best! But it felt like I could not concentrate—I was going back and forth from my reviewers to my personal problems. I sighed. "Are you alright?" Sophie asked as she bites the tip of her pen that costs more or less, $350. I sighed. This is the first time I felt so dumb because of the friggin' distractions. I really feel dumb! Freaking Oreos. "Obviously, I'm not okay," I said. "But I can do this. Ugh, distractions! Distractions, go away," I whispered to myself and started answering my test paper once again.

It was basically a dream come true for me. An hour later, I'd placed a few books aside and now was focusing on the Shakespearean text, Hamlet. Derris had been right. Surrounded by what I loved plus the serenity of the library, it was easier to focus and become a part of the world written on the pages. Unlike the last time, I wasn't as distracted as Derris as I was the last time. That didn't mean I still didn't take occasional glances at his broad back that made me want to wrap my arms around him so bad.

This book should be crowned the worst book of all time. This is not even a book! This is Complete Trash! Pathetic book! I just finished writing my book, "Sweet Stranger" , and I am getting a lot of backlash from readers. I know I should not focus on the negative comments. There are a lot of good comments from thousands of readers but me being a normal human being, I seem to focus more on the negative comments. I let them get to me. I want to strike back and defend my work of art when I see a comment from one particular fan that warms my heart.

He's completely here. "You're making me nervous. I can't concentrate on what I'm doing. I keep almost cutting my fingers. You're a distraction. You're a beautiful distraction. You're the best kind of distraction." "Good. I like being a distraction. I like being the reason you can't focus. I like being the reason you can't think." "Why? Why is that good? Why do you want me to be nervous? Why do you want me to be distracted?"

And sat in the quiet of the sitting room and read. Or tried to read it, even though I didn’t. The words moved across my eyes in the right order and in the right direction and I turned the pages at appropriate intervals and none of it reached anywhere that mattered, and the book that was so interesting turned out to be distracting instead of interesting. But I sat there. With the phone face down beside me. And the quiet around me. And the specific dangerous quality of a feeling that was not being expressed or released or handed to anyone. I was just sitting there, quietly so I gently kept my book on the couch and picked up the remote. I turned on the television and started watching my favori

I don’t know what I’m looking for. Not really. Just— Something to focus on. Something that isn’t my thoughts. I pull out a book, sit down, and open it. Flip a page. Then another. Words. Just words. History. Names. Old events. I try to read. Actually, try this time. Follow the lines. Understand something. But my mind drifts. Back to Lauren. I exhale quietly and turn the page. Focus. Just focus. Minutes pass. Or maybe longer. I don’t know.