Pay Attention To Me Novels & Stories

Because of me. “She should.” I replied, bringing my gaze back to my newspaper. I was able to read through despite the cartoon playing in the background because I’d been able to master the act of selective attention, which I must admit is a total lifesaver. …. I decided to head back to Alyssa’s room after spending an hour with the duo. Who were so focused on their cartoon that they completely forgot about my presence.

It simply means you are paying attention, that you are interested in what happens rather than either dreading it or performing indifference toward it. The book debuted at number three on multiple digital platforms before the physical copies had even reached major retailers. By the following midday it had climbed to number one in social commentary categories across five countries. My phone was a continuous stream of notifications - interview requests, podcast invitations, international speaking enquiries - and I let most of them go unanswered for the time being, because the foundation was the priority and because agreeing to everything is a way of diffusing your attention until none of it lan

*** “So, this is boring,” I say about half an hour later. “Did you think it would be fun?” he sounds amused “Well, yeah” I shoot him a look “We’re just walking around aimlessly,” I complain, waving my hands to the trees around us. “We’re paying attention” he taps his ear “Making sure there’s no breach, looking for signs of trouble, paying attention.” He repeats. Yikes. I nod, I definitely have not been paying attention, I just thought were walking around, "have you noticed anything?” I question.

ZEKE. “Pay attention.” Thane snaps, irritated by lackadaisical behavior. I shake my head, usually I am not like this, but listening is giving me a headache. “I am paying attention.” I say back, clearly angry. Thane sighs, before focusing on the meeting. I really don’t have to listen to this part, it’s the reading of the pack’s transactions, I let my mind wander away to something- or rather someone.

Then we step inside. The moment we do, I feel it. Eyes. Turning toward us. I notice it, of course I do, but I also know what to do with it. I filter it out, pushing it aside like it does not matter. It never really has. Attention is just noise if you let it be. Beside me, though, I can feel the difference.

He is really something else, but I'm not going to pay any attention to him, Because he really does deserve to get my attention. I have so much work pending on my desk so I will just go ahead and do that. They need my attention and not him. I thought as I focused fully on my work. He also started working when he noticed I wasn't paying any attention to him, and strangely I felt grateful. CARTER'S POV As I worked on, I continued glancing at her, but not even for once did she spare me a glance. It's really so bad, and I'm not finding it funny anymore.

I kept my gaze on his. He didn’t know who, but he knew somebody was watching. I didn’t care. The full and devastating weight of his attention stayed with me – or the crack at the door. Not a blink. I could not move. I could not look away. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

/Meelah’s POV/ “Your phone has been vibrating for the past fifteen minutes now and you have not made conscious effort to check who it is” Brain calls my attention to the phone that has been sturrbornly vibrating on one side of the desk. “I am sorry for the disturbance, I wasn’t expecting the vibration to be loud enough for you to hear” I apologize as I quickly skim through the pile of document on the table to navigate the phone.

He was sitting at my kitchen counter with his own mug, still in last night's shirt with the top buttons open, looking at his phone with the focused attention he gave things he was thinking about properly. I took my mug and sat across from him and he looked up. "I want to ask you something," I said. He set his phone down. Full attention, immediately, which was one of the things about him that I had never taken for granted. He didn't half-listen. When you had his attention you had all of it. "Show me something," I said. He looked at me carefully. "What do you mean?"

She was paying attention. More than she should I sat back in my chair during one of those meetings, my expression calm, composed, every part of me controlled the way it was in front of family. My grandfather was speaking, going on and on about expansions, alliances, the kind of shit that required focus and precision, and under normal circumstances, that would have been exactly where my attention stayed. But not today. Because I could feel it. Even without looking. Even without acknowledging it. It was there, pressing against my awareness like something that refused to be ignored.