Distraction Book Novels & Stories

This book could've been a success because I personally think that my plot is great and original but I totally blew it. Great job Amaya. It's not too late though. My due date is not until 7 p.m. and it is now nine in the morning. If I work my fingers fast enough, I could maybe finish by then. Okay, but for that to happen, I need zero distractions. God knows how easily distracted I get. I quickly hopped out of my bed to fetch my laptop which was silently resting on my desk beside me. Okay Amaya you got this. As soon as I opened my laptop my phone rang. The caller ID indicated that it was my best friend Destiny calling. Of course, I picked up.

I’ll sort out the stuff my from my bags later but before all that I’m going to check my novel first. [ Kingdom’s apart] It’s an action fantasy story where many countries struggle against the monsters that are roaming around their territories. It’s a story that I have been working on for quite a while now. It’s a hobby of mine that was developed after I read my favorite novel. I first started writing this story when I was in my last year of high school; I still haven’t written that much even though it’s been a year already. I was always busy doing school works and other various of things that I have been forgetting to pay attention to this. Since I’m still at break I will focus myself to writ

"But I can think of a few ways to practice." "Oh really?" I teased, flipping a page. "Like what?" There was no answer. Instead, a hand appeared in front of me and it lifted my chin. I met Lucas' beautiful eyes. The light of the fire made it glint and I immediately noticed the flecks of hazel in them. I wonder what mine would look like with the fire. But my thoughts were halted as Lucas neared his head towards mine, our faces inches apart that I smell the hint of Bourbon on his breath.

I was not interested in reading any damn book but I didn't want to subject myself to masturbating to the thoughts of Winter. The only way I can block the thoughts away and actually focus is if I decide that I need to focus and well, I need that more than anything. I picked up the book on how to use every resource including humans and flipped the pages. "Here you go," I mouthed when I found the place I stopped the last time. I continued reading the book and before I could keep track of time, I was far into the book. I was already so engrossed in the book and only realized it was ten in the evening when Earl informed me of the fact.

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

And that was when my concentration officially died. I tried focusing on my laptop. I truly did. But every few seconds, her movement caught my attention. I found myself stealing glance after glance, each one lasting longer than the previous. The dress she wore suddenly became impossible to ignore. Earlier, I had been too distracted by the situation itself. Now? Now there were no distractions. Every movement drew attention. My attention. And I hated it. Because the more I looked... The harder it became to look away. Eventually, I shut my laptop slightly harder than necessary.

Since she was now working with Innovative Communist, all thanks to me, she needed to sleep early so she could resume work early and meet up with the official resuming hour. I placed my phone down on the bedside stool and didn’t even try her a second time. I convinced myself not to overthink it. Overthinking led to mistakes. To distract myself, I picked up a novel resting on the other side of the bed, right inside the bedside shelf. Beyond The Billionaire’s Betrayal, written by Samson Crowned. I had ordered it from A****n, and since it was a series, I had not yet completed it. I wanted to continue the story right then, but another thought intruded, sharp and unwelcome.

"Duly noted, and no snoring, I like having a peaceful night sleep." Nikolai scoffed and turned off the bedside lamp on his side, but I leaned over to switch on mine. I wasn’t ready to sleep yet. My nerves were still buzzing, and I needed something to distract me. To distract me from all this, from Nikolai and his family and my own thoughts. I reached for one of the books I’d brought with me from home. "The Housemaid" by Freida McFadden. The author that Leo and I had talked about during dinner.

I didn’t bother greeting her, didn’t have to as she was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn’t pay me a simple glance. Exactly what I wanted. To build my own bubble and get my task done without any form of distraction. I got down, took out my laptop and opened up the document. The first page had only my name as I had not yet come up with a name for the book. I moved the cursor down and ended up in the introduction page, where it all started.

Nothing else. I won't let my emotions be controlled. Be calm Hannah. Be calm. I put my fingers on the cover of the book I held and took a deep breath. I have to read. Yes…that at least would distract me. With another sigh, I crossed the room and settled into a cozy chair by the window. The soft light filtering through the curtains illuminated the pages of the book, and I glanced at the words, trying hard to focus even as I kept conjuring images that were not related to the book in my hand at all.