Pay Attention To Me Novels & Stories

The memory totally changed my mood I refocused on the meeting, scanning the room to ensure I had everyone’s attention. My expression was stern. I highlighted specific company objectives that was crucial to the meeting and after 10 minutes of dwelling on them. I sat down feeling all annoyed again. She will regret it! I dismissed the thoughts and brought my attention to the present moment, I had more pressing things to think about. End of Pov ***** Nora’s Pov

I called seeing as he wasn't giving me the attention I needed. "Uhm?" "I'm talking to you" I uttered. "Yes. I'm listening" "Then look at me" "Okay baby" And he didn't. The corner of my lips twitched up as my hands found their way to his body. I know how to turn his on. The gesture got his attention on me.

If I don’t lооk аftеr mуѕеlf, nо оnе еlѕе wіll. Tears аrе rolling dоwn mу fасе. I pay nо аttеntіоn tо the worried looks thе wаіtrеѕѕеѕ аrе gіvіng mе. It’ѕ the ѕhосk оf іt more than аnуthіng. I’m ѕhаkіng.

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ If there’s one thing I pride myself on, it’s my attention to detail. I don’t just notice things; I see them, really see them. Once something crosses my line of sight, it’s locked in. Faces, places, the way someone nervously taps their foot—those things stick with me. It's what keeps me ahead of the game. Knowing what others miss, seeing what they don’t. It’s like playing a mental chess match where I’ve already memorized all the moves.

That’s how it usually worked. But even as I moved through the system, my attention kept slipping. Not far. Just enough to notice. And once I noticed, I couldn’t ignore it. I glanced up. He was across the room, speaking with one of the analysts. Nothing about the interaction stood out—just another conversation, another instruction being given. And yet, I found myself watching. For longer than necessary. I caught myself and looked away quickly, annoyed. “…Seriously?” Why did it matter? He wasn’t paying attention to me. Didn’t even look in my direction.

His jaw flexed. For a second, something flashed across his face. Surprise. Maybe. I wasn’t sure. Then it disappeared. “Careful, James.” “Why?” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Because the second people think you’re interesting enough to argue with…” His gaze swept briefly over me. “…they start paying attention.” The words sent a chill through me. Because he wasn’t entirely wrong. Attention wasn’t usually a good thing for me. Still, I lifted my chin. “Maybe that’s your problem.”

By getting these warning , I felt him giving me the attention I wanted him to give me. ‘No…stop it! You do not need his attention…You are much happier with out it! Stop…His attention only confuses you , and gives you high hopes…Please just stop..’ I hear my thoughts plead with my self to stop being a brat , however I did not listen.

I don't look at it. "I know you can hear me," I say. "I know you're in there somewhere and I need you to listen because I am going to say things that I have never said out loud and I am only going to say them once so you need to be paying attention." Nara has gone still behind me. I don't look at her either. I look at him.

Something closer to the feeling of being accurately understood by someone who had paid enough attention to deserve the understanding. I looked at my text for a moment. At the margin notes I hadn't added in the past hour. "Stop looking at me like that," I said, without looking up. A beat. "Like what," he said. "Like you're waiting for something." "I am patient," he said. "I noticed." I looked up. Held his gaze. "What are you waiting for." He looked at me with the direct, unmanaged attention. "For you to finish deciding." "Deciding what."

Max finally turns to me and I wait for him to speak. “I called you here because I need to know that you are focused. I've seen how you watch your friend and I'm concerned that you are not paying enough attention to the patrons.” I'm shocked by the statement and I feel angry that he thinks that I'm allowing myself to become distracted. I fight to calm myself before I respond. “I admit that I did stop to watch her for a few moments, to check that she was doing okay, but when you called, I was already back to watching the crowd.”