You Had My Curiosity Now Attention Mga Nobela at Kwento

I knew James and I knew that nothing could slip under his watchful gaze, not unless he intended to key to go. “Wait a minute” He trailed and covered the short distance I had managed to create between us. I halted in my step almost immediately, my back facing him. “Who are you and what are you doing in his abode by this time of the night?” I could sense the curiosity in his voice which in some way, comforted me. At least he was just been curious and asking out of curiosity not that he was suspecting any form of foul play. “Your Highness” I turned to face him again, doing the best I could to shift his attention away from my eyes. It was the hardest thing one could do when the other person was

But tonight, I needed to push those feelings aside and focus on what was to come. Tobin and Ataz’s eyes flickered to each other, a devious glint appearing in both. Slowly, they turned their attention to me, finally deciding to address me instead of whispering about me like I was invisible. “We can help you break it,” Tobin’s voice held a hint of wickedness, his eyes gleaming with mischief. My interest was piqued at his words, causing Ataz to chuckle behind his hand. “How exactly would that work?” I asked, trying my best to sound uninterested as I smoothed out the emerald bedspread beneath my fingers. The soft fabric felt cool against my skin as I turned to face them, waiting for their explan

his voice pierced through my thoughts, instantly grabbing my attention. "What's that?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. "I want you to change into something different and meet me outside," he responded with an air of anticipation in his tone. "You want me to come outside right this moment?" I questioned, my voice filled with a mix of surprise and intrigue. "Yes," he affirmed without hesitation. "Why?" I pressed for an explanation, my curiosity growing stronger. "Just step outside first, and I'll explain everything," he replied, his voice carrying a sense of mystery and urgency, before abruptly ending the call, leaving me with a sense of eager anticipation and a million questions racing throu

Callahan was satisfied by his room for the night as Celine’s mind was wandering from somewhere else, knowing as she was looking at the bed and trying not to put any malice on it that would be too obvious on her expression. “You are not self-centered. But I hope you pay attention to things around you sometimes." Celine looked at him with curiosity. She knows that she noticed everything. She pays attention. It’s just that she wasn’t that obvious about paying attention to things in which she appeared less interested or didn’t care. But she noticed everything. “Such as?” She crossed her arms and looked at him carefully. Callahan put his hands in his pocket and shrugged. “Things that also want yo

I said. That got her attention. She turned slightly. “You think this is targeted?” she asked. “I know it is.” Silence. “And you’re sure it’s not me,” she said. “Yes.” No hesitation. Her gaze searched mine. “Why?” Because I’m finally paying attention. Because I know what matters now. Because I trust you. But I didn’t say all that. “Because if it were you,” I said instead, “It wouldn’t look like this.” A pause. “How would it look?” she asked.

I look up at him with a curious gaze. -----------------------------------------------------------------------

"What do you stand to gain by following me around? Do you think I'd start feeling the same way as you just because you started acting like my puppy that won't let me out of its sight?" "No. But at the very least, it will keep you thinking of me and paying attention to me." He said it triumphantly, which irritated me. "Even if that attention is from a negative perspective?" With my eagle-like gaze, I asked. He shrugged and said, nonchalantly, "An attention is still an attention." I was rendered dumbfounded. Caesar has done nothing except leave me flabbergasted and perplexed since this morning. I looked at him, and he returned my gaze with a charming smile on his face, which irritated me even

Something in me tightened—curiosity, irritation, and a strange protectiveness all tangled together. I set my glass down untouched, the clink against crystal louder than I intended, but it drew his attention. “Come with me,” I said suddenly, surprising even myself with the urgency in my voice. Davis blinked, eyebrows raising. “Come with you where?” “You need to see this,” I replied simply. His eyes narrowed, the familiar spark of curiosity igniting, the way it always did when he suspected I wasn’t being entirely honest. “See what? The inevitable slaughter of some poor contestant?”

Somewhere out there, something was watching. Waiting. And somehow— It had already found its way to her. My fingers curled slightly at my side, my voice dropping into something quieter… colder… final. “Whoever you are,” I murmured under my breath, “you chose the wrong target.” A pause. A breath. And then— My expression hardened. “Because now… you have my attention.”

She says it bitterly, a sly smile still playing across her lips. The attention of the table remained on me, the curiosity shinning in everyone’s eyes. "Come on, Roy, indulge our curiosity; we all..." The room fell silent abruptly; everyone’s attention was focused on something behind me, and you could feel their curiosity as if it were a living thing. I looked up from my drink, looked at them, and then in the direction they stared in transfixed. What in the...