Distraction Book Novels & Stories

I tugged at my tie all through like it would choke me to death if I let go. I was getting a bit suffocated and I thought I need to distract myself. I grabbed my phone but nothing seemed to interest me in my phone. “Aargh!” I grunted, dumping the phone in my pocket before pressing a finger to the middle of my eyebrows. I need a distraction. I need something to take my attention off the thousands thought that were running in my head. I was about to drag my eyes shut when I remembered the note so I pulled it out and stared at the flashy cover for what seemed like forever before I decided to read through it.

But that doesn’t mean I like it. I pace the room for a moment, running a hand through my hair. The withdrawal is still there, a dull ache beneath my skin, but I’ve been fighting it. Every day, every hour. It’s not easy, but the fact that I’m trying, that’s what matters. I need something to distract myself. My eyes land on the bedside table, where a book sits waiting. I don’t even remember putting it there, but I pick it up anyway, flipping it open and settling back against the pillows.

Today was Operation Distraction. They started with a leisurely brunch at a trendy café, chatting about Eva’s love life as they ate their meal. Eva, a master of distraction, regaled Flora with stories of her wild dating adventures, making her laugh with tales of awkward blind dates set up by her colleagues at work and ghosting disasters. As they talked and laughed, Flora felt the weight of her worries melting away, replaced by a sense of contentment.

A girl who shouldn’t have been in my head. Or under my skin. But she was. Tanya Reed was a problem. A sharp one. A stubborn one. And now… a distraction. A fast-growing one. And I hated distractions.

I don't like reading at all but I must, because I don't seem to concentrate anymore. All my thoughts are just to do things unnecessarily. I can't blame my heart. I chose to love her but not to be distracted by her love. I think about her all the time. All the memories we shared together wouldn't stop coming to my mind. I will distract myself from it, hell no! It won't work that way. I will always get distracted. I find myself thinking about her hips and her curves. Her shape wouldn't stop blaring at me. I am tired of everything. I think I need to concentrate on another thing and that is why my solace will be on books.

Every day, she visited, bringing a little piece of normalcy with her. “I brought you a book,” she said one afternoon, holding up a novel. “It’s a mystery, just what you need to distract yourself.” She settled into the chair next to my bed, her eyes scanning my face. “Thank you,” I’d replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I had disposed of my phone, scared that I might get a message that could make me spiral and terrified at the idea of a random person calling me. Even though I couldn’t focus on the words in the book, trying to force myself to read was enough distraction.

I'll be free from stress. I searched for books that can help me with my homeworks. I know the Internet can help me do these faster and it is more efficient but I want to refrain from using Gadgets when doing homeworks because it might, no, it will be a distraction and I won't be able to focus on the things that are much more important. Social Media is a really effective distraction and that is not great when you are trying to do assignments.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

We both got to the office and continued with the remaining work. I sat on the sofa like always and went back to read the remaining books while he was doing something on his computer, getting busy with the work. I didn't even check the name of the book while picking it up. All I ever wanted was to turn my focus on something else so I could forget everything that has been bothering me. To get distracted from all the things that had been bothering me from the time Gabriel chose to speak about the past and to the incident in the lobby. I turned the pages, again and again, and fucking again. Trying to focus...

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.