The Power Of Unwavering Focus Novels & Stories

Especially, who to. "I said let go or else I will scream!" Hattiea threatened Jordan again. But strangely still caring any less about her threats, he again acted like a deaf. He was just too concentrated to take her with him that he never even acknowledged he started using force and manhandling a woman. Something his morals does not allow him to do. He respected women. Always. But at the moment he was so into his clouds of thoughts to save his mother that he stopped acknowledging that the woman behind him might not be much comfortable with him.

" I'm sorry I can't do this. I really can't. " " Yes, you can. " " I can't. " I insisted, shooking my head. " It's not working for me. I've tried focusing more harder but yet... It's still the same. Maybe I'm just not ready for this, any of it! " " It only takes time before we can understand who and what we are. Magic is not all about rush, it's all about concerntration, focus and a free mind. It's time-steady. So, you don't let the power control you, you control it. "

However, Kun, who had paid the price and swung his fist, felt the hairs on his entire body stand on end. They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. Invincible in All Directions focused on accomplishing the task in one fell swoop. He concentrated all the strength in his body at one point and then let it out completely. Hence, once it was cast successfully, the opponent would not interrupt the attack. "In that case, you will be able to unleash nearly ten times the power in an instant. Kun boasted that he had reached the point of being unparalleled in the world.

I gasped and took a hold of myself, hurrying forward to the archway where the living room and kitchen opened out in the cabin. I needed water. I needed food. And I needed to not think about what I could achieve with this power coursing through me. So I shut my mind down and focused only on my body. I drank a glass of water, found cheese in the refrigerator, ate crackers from the pantry and refused to think about anything except refueling to get moving again. Because something was shifting in my chest. The power wasn’t just fighting me now, it was driving me forward—or was that the bond?

“Breathe, Ava. Focus, look at me.” I opened my eyes, gasping, my hands shaking. His face was so close, his voice steady but firm. “You lost control the moment you thought of something painful, you can’t let that happen. Power follows emotion and emotion obeys focus.” I blinked fast, forcing back the tears that burned my eyes. “It’s not that easy.” “Then we make it easy,” he said. “Again.” The next few rounds were brutal. He made me repeat the same exercise until sweat ran down my neck and my arms ached. Every time I lost focus, he’d make me stop, breathe and start again.

It all happened so quickly that despite being completely taken aback at what had just happened, I hadn't been able to do anything about it. “You’re not present, Adolf. Your mind is somewhere else and it's preventing you from making the swift decisions that need to be made in order to outwit your enemies. You're holding onto a feeling of apprehension and it's hindering your performance, causing you to become vulnerable and easily defeated by those against you. It's clear that this lack of focus is what's keeping you from emerging victorious, but with the right kind of attention and dedication, this can all be turned around.”

Or I could not do that. I stood up. The competition bracket was on the second day tomorrow. Physical round. I needed sleep and I needed my shoulder to cooperate and I needed my head to be where my body was going to be and not somewhere else entirely. Focus was a choice. My father had told me that before he died. Not in those words exactly. He had said it the way he said most things which was practically and without drama and in the context of something specific, a training session where I had been distracted by something a classmate had said and had performed below what I was capable of. Focus is not a feeling, Blake. It is a decision you make regardless of the feeling.

she snaps from behind me. I tremble, losing my stance for a horrifying second. I know what to expect. The whip wheezes in the air, landing on my back in an agonizing burst of pain. I still myself, but am unable to stop twin trickles of tears from trailing down my cheeks. I hold my position more firmly, hands outstretched on either side, a leg braced on one knee. "Focus is an invaluable asset when it comes to controlling fire. You cannot falter when dealing with such a capricious element. One distraction--might mean death."

I was raised to be a good leader, someone who people looked up to, and I was not raised to kill a fly let alone a human; therefore to put my fate in the hands of the devil was not the best choice that I made, but at this point, it was the only thing that I could do. I turned on the water faucet, watching as the steam blurred my vision for a few seconds before nodding, knowing that I had to focus on the targets that I had ahead. The way that I was thinking was not going to get me anywhere. And had it been that way when I first entered Ezra’s office, I knew that I wouldn’t be here to begin with. “Focus, Lia, the last thing you need right now is to be weak…” I said, taking a deep breath. “Focus

I resisted the pull, maintained composure, and stayed focused, but the effort required constant vigilance. Late in the day, she appeared at my office doorway, leaning lightly against the frame. “You are maintaining focus well,” she said calmly, measured, yet unmistakably authoritative. “Few can preserve composure when tension exists invisibly and influence is subtle.” I gestured for her to enter. “Focus is essential,” I said evenly. “I will not allow unseen currents to compromise outcomes.”