Pay Attention To Me Novels & Stories

"I thought you weren't paying attention. I am glad to see you were." Then, his voice rumbled back into my head, sharp and stern: I can't have my Queen looking bad in front of my Commanders, but if you do this again, I will not save you. You will be subjected to standard camp punishment for lack of attention. Do you understand? I sat up straight, my heart hammering. Yes, Your Majesty, I replied mentally. Out loud, I bowed my head slightly. "I'll pay closer attention, thank you, Your Majesty."

“I can’t wait to see their reactions. I know they’ll be thrilled!” Taking a deep breath, I step forward, clearing my throat to gather everyone’s attention. The pack members are mingling, some preparing breakfast while others laugh and share stories from the night before. As I call out, the chatter slowly fades, and all eyes turn to me. “Everyone, can I have your attention?” I project my voice, steady and strong. The crowd quiets, curious faces peering at me, eager to hear what I have to say. “I have some news to share, and it’s something very close to my heart.”

I’m such a wanker. I only take a few steps homeward bound, pulling my head out of my arse to pay attention to the street when something catches the corner of my eye. Yanking all my dulled senses back onto high alert and homing in on something in my peripheral vision. Knocking me out of Alexi agony and into ‘pay attention to your surroundings’ mode.

Naw, that’s too corny, lol. We continue eating. My Papau is talking to me. But my main focus is on Keya. I literally can’t keep my eyes off her. He snaps his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. “Are you listening, Kiddo?” I clear my throat. Reluctantly dragging my gaze away from her. “Whatchu say, Papau? Sorry, I’m a little.. distracted.”

Then I let go as I backed up so that I could look her in the eyes. "Stand up," I said firmly with the corner of my mouth raised. "But she will see me," she responded as she looked over at the menial standing there beside the tray. I looked over at the menial and noticed that she was not even looking at us but looking down as she should be. "She is not even paying attention to us. Leave her be and I want you to focus on me. Do you understand? Do not think about anything else right now other than what I am doing?" She nodded as she looked at me. "You can close your eyes if you want to, to better help you focus on what you are feeling."

she said but I had completely zoned out and didn’t realize that she was talking to me. I stayed mute and kept imagining all the terrible things Trevor could be doing to Miriam right now. I felt like throwing up at the thought. Someone nudged me bringing me back to the present and I looked up to see everyone at the table looking at me. “Is everything alright?” “Yes, why are you asking?” I responded. “Because I just gave you a compliment and you ignored me.” “Huh?” I frowned. “I didn’t hear…” “Does that mean that you are not paying attention? We have barely started and you’re already distracted.” The manager eyed me suspiciously. I could sense that she was getting mad so I tried to control the

It is time to gather their attention, to rally their focus towards our shared cause. "Can I have everyone's attention, please?" My voice cuts through the lingering conversations, commanding the room's silence. Heads turn towards me, eyes filled with anticipation. It is in this moment that the weight of leadership settles firmly upon my shoulders, and I prepare to guide us forward, united against the challenges that lie ahead.

"Thank you, Aunt Grace. I guess I just need to be patient and see what happens." "That's the spirit," Grace said, her eyes filled with pride. "And always remember that you have a supportive family who loves you no matter what." She told her as she pulled her closer for an embrace. Meanwhile, while the heart conversation was going on between Celine and her Aunt, Mitchell tried her best to grab every word. She listened attentively as she if she was right in front of them. The others didn't pay attention to her but, Grace noticed that Mitchell seemed preoccupied, her thoughts seemingly lost in the conversation she had witnessed between them - her face was turned to the direction of their positi

I laughed along, pretending to be slightly annoyed. "Hey! Take that back! Of course, I know how to pay attention... but it must be something very important else I can't make the effort." I nodded smugly, when Lauretta asked, "Oh really?" proudly continuing, "Oh yeah. Take the meeting for instance... why should I pay attention when I already know the outcome? So that he can-" "Mia--" Lauretta called out in an attempt to interrupt me. I barely noticed. "-feel better about himself, and feel like he ha-"

I sat back in my chair and felt the particular tiredness of a long and successful fight: deep, honest, earned. "He said I will be here," I said. Petra looked at me. "What?" "When I called him this afternoon. I said I will see you tomorrow. He said: I will be here." I paused. "He used my words back. I said them first, weeks ago. He remembered." Petra considered this with the seriousness she gave to things she recognised as significant. "That," she said, "is a man who pays attention." "He does," I said. "The specific quality of his attention. The way you feel, when he is listening to you, like the thing you are saying is the most important thing currently happening in the room."