Never Noticed Novels & Stories

"Do you see me?!" surprised by this promise. I blinked twice before looking around. Everyone was busy doing what they were doing. I swallowed and pretended not to see him. "Hey!" it's next to me. it's already gone! why didn't I immediately notice that he didn't have a life mark, it's annoying! I still did my best even though he tried to talk to me but I ignored him. this ghost is very determined.

He chose the latter option. For some reason, the girl never showed up afterwards. He was curious about her, but it seemed that he was insignificant in her life. She continued with her life without noticing him while he was the opposite. Whenever he saw her, his eyes would follow her only. She never paid any attention to him.

I cast a quick glance around before leaning closer to him and whispering, "Do you always get watched like this?" He looks a little confused before joining me in looking around at the others. Is it possible that he did not even notice that we were being watched this entire time? Everybody has been staring at us since we sat down. There is no way that he could not have seen it before now. "I guess so. I do not notice it as much as I did when I was younger. You grow used to it after a while." He says with a shrug.

He had no idea what was causing the other party’s agitation until he opened his eyes and he too was surprised to see Allan and Jace were there. ‘This ain’t good. My body must have been subjected beyond my normal threshold of fatigue for me to reach this point of failing to sense someone’s presence. Nike concluded to himself when he realized how the two managed to escape his notice because normally, no one should be be able to approach him without him knowing.

"Are you awake Al?" I immediately looked at Hamdan, and Key and Damian also immediately approached me. I did blink a few minutes ago. I didn't know that Hamdan would notice. But it's better, because someone is aware of it. It would be more annoying if I was aware and no one noticed. I nodded, then Hamdan quickly helped me to lean on the back of the bed I was using. "How are you? What do you need?” Key exclaimed making me have to look at him again. I shook my head.

The real kind, sudden and involuntary, the kind that arrived before the decision to allow it. It was somewhere between ten and eleven that I noticed what was different. I was standing near the north window with a drink in my hand, half-listening to a story one of the warriors was telling about a training incident that had apparently involved a misunderstanding about the depth of a particular river, and I realized that I had been in the room for two hours and I had not once checked the exits. I had not once positioned myself near a door. I had not once monitored who was watching me or calculated whether the person looking in my direction was doing so with hostility or assessment or the specif

More attentive. As though he had been watching before I noticed. The feeling lingered even after he returned his attention to the drill. Strange. Uncomfortable. Confusing. I ignored it. Or tried to. Unfortunately similar moments continued appearing throughout the week. A glance during practice. A look during a media event. A brief pause during conversations. Nothing dramatic. Nothing obvious. Just enough to become noticeable. Just enough to make me aware of it. The realization arrived slowly. Then all at once. Leo was watching me.

I say. “Morning.” Brief. Professional. No excess. No slip. We both know the rules here. And we follow them. --- Structure I move to my desk. Open my tablet. Check his schedule. Everything is in place. Meetings aligned. Calls confirmed. Timelines intact. Nothing out of order. And yet— Something is. --- The Message It appears without sound. A notification. Small. Unremarkable. Easy to ignore. But I don’t. Because instinct— Is something I’ve learned not to dismiss.

Because there was nothing to answer. The attention began to shift. At first, people had been looking at Louis. The new student. The one brave enough to talk to me without hesitation. Now, it was split. People were watching me. And waiting for a reaction or decision. I ignored it. Like I ignored most things that didn’t need my attention. But even I could tell when something had gone beyond its beginning. This wasn’t just a single event anymore. It was becoming… noticeable.

Everything is efficient, clean and controlled. Exactly how I like it. My gaze drifts briefly across the table, and that's when I notice an empty chair. My eyes linger on it for a second longer than necessary, then narrow. How come I didn't notice it when I walked in?? I remember details. I don’t miss things ... .So how come?? My pen taps once against the table, and the sound is soft. But in this room? It might as well be a gunshot. Everything slows, voices fade, eyes shift, and attention returns to me instantly.