Don T Disturb My Study Novels & Stories

I do not say anything. He sighs, adding, "And you're easily distracted, Ms. Dawson. When I'm teaching, I find you either looking out through the window or mumbling under your breath. Now, I have no other way than to yell at you and remind you of the ongoing class." He rests his elbow on the desk as he leans towards the table, adding, "I know you're good at studying but without understanding anything, you can't even self-study, right?" "Yeah," I almost whisper, looking down at my hands.

I certainly didn’t want any publicity to disturb my study bubble at that time. I went back to the books and I went back to study but the phone started to ring again and I sent it back to voice mail. Again a third and a fourth. When I got tired, I put the Do Not Disturb mode, and I left the phone on the table. I didn’t know how long I was on the books but only got up when the door to the apartment opened and Axel’s cheerful voice didn’t catch up with me. I closed the book leaving the pencil inside, so as to keep the mark, and immediately went to the entrance where Axel laughed and jumped cheerfully in the stroller.

Without the scholarship, he can’t go to a university so he needs to put his all in. “ Just ace the next exam and talk to me sometimes, ‘kay?” she asked before he left the office and walk to his classroom still holding the paper. He is bothered by his score but he cannot help himself to not think about her girlfriend everytime that he is studying. His mind is full of thoughts about their relationship and he is too distracted with that.

I was breezing through the questions, which made me realise I was wasting my time studying for a subject that I knew I was going to ace, so I decided to move along to English, focusing on the practice essay writing, which I knew would be where I'd struggle the most. I'd read the practice essay question three times already, but kept getting distracted by Andy's fingers, massaging my scalp, his gentle touch kneading away my stress, and it was so damn hard not to lean into it. I closed my eyes and imagined his fingers slipping between my legs, rubbing over my clit, and when I let out a very audible moan, I knew I had to put a stop to this before it went too far. "We're meant to be studying." I

I can't even feel my legs Jordan : This requires your mind and hands only not your sexy legs babe Me : Well you renting free in my mind so I can't even concentrate Jordan :Cute, but no woman of mine will fail exams. You have to study for tomorrow's exams. "Dating the principle ," l murmured rolling my eyes.

I let it pass. She was also aware of it. I could tell because her next message arrived thirty seconds after the natural ending point rather than immediately after mine, which meant she had sat with it and decided. *how was training* I almost smiled at the phone. *good. pushed hard. you?* *studying. not hard enough. found a really interesting paper on cellular respiration though so got distracted* *the kind of distracted that counts as studying or the kind that doesn't* *depends who's asking*

I suddenly saw Alex sitting on the couch and picking my phone up. I got so spooked that I flew over to the couch at once. However, Alex still kept reading my messages. He frowned and said, "Hasn't that Starry Sky painting already been gifted to Mr. Claude Carpenter? Why is there still someone asking you about it? "I'm telling you that Mr. Carpenter is in love with that painting, so you'd better not cause any trouble here." Alex then threw my phone toward me, nearly hitting me in the face. He continued to threaten me and said, "Or else, I'll kill you myself."

Kate Pov Roberto was busy in his study room when he heard a knock on the door. Anytime he studies inside the room, no one dares to disturb or distract him. Roberto heard a knock at the door…. Could it be me he thought? Anger surged through him as he stood up and walked over to the door. Everyone in this mansion, including his mother, knew better not to disturb when he was in his room studying no matter how urgent the matter may be.

Dimaawa said. I face palm and faked a smile. After the release, the black in my eyes almost disappeared. I can’t believe it! I’m still hooked! What her surname is, the same as her habit! Ruthless! I can’t believe my teacher thinks I didn’t pass that exam. I studied for weeks, stayed up late, and sacrificed my social life just to make sure I would do well. And now, after all that hard work, my teacher doesn’t even believe me. It’s infuriating.

So it's all going to work out, if I could stop daydreaming about exploring the world that is. I've deliberately not looked at his itinerary, otherwise I know I'll start thinking about and mentally planning the places to visit and working out dates, all of which is a distraction from what I should be doing which is studying. “Urgh. Focus.” I slap my cheeks in frustration when I realise I've been staring at the same page for twenty minutes and I still don't know what it says. An email comes through from my tutor reminding me we have a catch-up meeting at 2pm this afternoon and I groan out loud again.