Free To Focus Novels & Stories

I couldn't afford to let my guard down or be distracted by anything other than the end goal. I retreated to my own space and allowed my thoughts to consume me. I had to stay strong and see this to the end. Lucas's charm and physical presence might be a little tempting, but I couldn't let it cloud my judgment. This was a business transaction, and I had to play my part with undivided focus.

I feel so relieved and excited. “There is nothing to think about, Liam. I will do it. I really need something new to focus on, and I think it’s time to invest in myself and actualize my dreams,” I admitted. I truly needed something to divert my attention from all this chaos, so there was no need to waste time contemplating it. I would do it.

"Focus. The power, it's not something you force. It's emotional. Primal. You don't think your way to it... you feel your way there." "That sounds like something out of a bad movie." "Maybe," he said, stepping closer, "but movies don't usually end with someone accidentally setting the ground on fire." My eyes snapped open. "What—" "Relax." He grinned slightly. "Didn't say it was you. Yet." I exhaled, half annoyed, half unnerved. "You're impossible." "Focus," he said again, his tone suddenly soft but commanding. "Breathe. Think about something that stirs you. Anger. Fear. Desire. Whatever it is, let it in."

My dear focus on destroying Bella Calamida. I was not chasing a “new me” or counting macros like half the people here. I wasn’t a fitness junkie obsessed with calorie burns and heart rate monitors. The gym was just… neutral ground. The one place I could move my body hard enough to quiet my brain without it feeling like work. Quieten my brain to distract me from Bryan and keep my focus on Bella, seduce Bryan, destroy Bella.

He studied me for a beat, then nodded. I smiled, a little shocked that he’d agreed so easily, then gestured to the materials I’d brought. “We’re going to try something different today. These exercises are designed to help with memory retention, but they also help redirect attention when your thoughts start to spiral. I think they might help with… focus.” His brows lifted slightly. “You mean when I can’t stop thinking about things I’m not supposed to?” I didn’t answer that. I simply handed him the first worksheet.

Then he did something unexpected, he reached out picking up the pen at the edge of my desk, his fingers brushing mine. A jolt went through me, sharp and electric and this time it had nothing to do with my fear. He held the pen for a second, his eyes locked on mine and something in his gaze deepened turning hotter, more aware. He then placed the pen neatly on the right spot. "Your focus is a resource," he finally stated, his voice a rough murmur. "Right now, it's being wasted. I need it here. On this. On us working." The way he said us did something to my stomach and I could only nod at him hoping to end this suddenly hot conversation.

Yes, that might be crazy; But at least I have something that I can focus on; something of value (for Mine ) . I'm not going too far, that is, I don't walk with a sign on the forehead that says, "Yao Tai dedicated his life to..." or anything like that. But this means that in my heart, I have something to devote my attention to. It is the scale that enables me to evaluate: a- the way I perform, b- my actions, c- the goal to which I am moving. You don't need to publicize it, you don't need to tell anyone, you don't even need to think about it in much detail. It is only the internal task that you will commit to and that is enough. . . . .

His closed fist stopped inches away from my face. We were close to each other now as he looked at me in confusion while I looked at him with a blank expression. Suddenly, I felt the need to defend myself as I said firmly “I was a little distracted for Irena, let’s try that again” He lowered his fist and said in the same tone I just used on him “You need to focus on yourself only. Even if she got hurt by mistake, you can’t get distracted with anyone but yourself, otherwise your opponent will take you down easily when he notices that you’re not fully focused, in a real life situation I mean”

Unfortunately, I was still fifth in line. I'm focusing on my breathing when a lady approached me. "Maam, you can go there," she smiled and politely said while pointing at an empty counter. Surprisingly, I just followed because I also wanted to go home. I start drowning myself in my own thoughts and what ifs. As the cashier started vouching what's inside my cart, I slowly shut my eyes and breathe hardly. ' Calm down Azaia, calm down.' Happy thoughts..Happy thoughts .. But all of Bjorn's beatings went through my mind.

I shake my head and head out of the room. Upon arriving Tim’s school I was escorted to the teacher’s room by one of the teacher’s assistant. His teacher Ms. Gomez wanted to talk about Tim’s shy nature and that I should tell them how to get him to be free with everyone. That’s Tim, he is a shy little boy but I don’t think there’s much to do about it apart from giving him time to adjust. “So Ms. Davis what can we do to get him to be free and enjoy the activities?” She asks me folding her hands on top of the table. “He is shy by nature, all you can do is give him a little time to open up and he will. There’s nothing to be worried about he is a friendly boy just give him time he will become free