Marianne Normal People Novels & Stories

Her brain started running wild, wondering if something—anything—might happen. The only light left was a warm, distant glow. She listened to the rustle of fabric as he got in bed. No phones. No delays. Just straight to sleep mode. The guy was like clockwork. He always smelled fresh, too—probably because he showered twice a day. Classic clean-freak energy. The silence stretched on. Grace figured this was just how things were now. A dry, dead marriage for the rest of the year. That kiss this morning? Must’ve been a fluke.

I thought that I would have fun and not let anything get serious in case I met my mate. But then, I met Maya. She was the most beautiful girl in school and everyone wanted her. She was reserved and not like any other girl. Most girls were obnoxious and just threw themselves on guys like a piece of meat. Plain Bimbos. I liked them for one reason. I would never get attached enough to fall in love. It was just sex and that's it. When I found my mate, it would be easy to get together without a complicated past. With Maya, it was different. Maya was so innocent and lively that it was hard to look the other way. I tried to deny my growing interest and feelings for her for as long as possible but I

“The irony with me is that I actually like logical Eli nor more than emotional Marianne. Isn’t that odd? I know I’m nothing like Eli nor.” “Sometimes we like that which we lack. I always preferred Marianne myself. She had a lot of passion. She never did things just because society dictated something to be done a certain way.” “That surprises me because you are ruled by logic. Your world is very orderly.” “Opposites attract.” “Then I guess we better watch out. We just might become good friends in the next six months.” She took the book to the chair by the fireplace. “Do you mind if I read here? It’s more comfortable than my bedroom.”

Miranda, on the other hand, slapped the maid beside her and asked for new food when Mariano butted it. “Just put some salt into that. We can’t waste any food, Miranda.” Mariano said. Miranda, as a loyal and obedient wife, frowned but didn’t say anything else as she knew why they needed to save resources. Their moods weren’t very pleasant since earlier anyways. The truth is, Miranda’s food isn’t that Bland for her to make a scene. She just needed someone to release her anger. But it seems that her husband isn’t up for brutal scenes and violent remarks since if there is one person who has the foulest mood, it’s Mariano.

Lucian rushed in with a murderous gaze. He kicked down the homeless man closest to me. I was shivering so hard, and I passed out. When I woke up, I realized I was in a bed in a mansion. Outside the door, I could hear Lucian's friends grumbling. "Lucian, didn't you agree to Wendy's plan to film Nina being assaulted by those homeless men and then distribute the video together with her videos? That way, her reputation would be rotten. Aaron would be hurt!"

“Judging by your looks, you probably had to trek all the way to this place to get a little attention. But you see, the Wentworth family will not have people like you wal—” Carlo cut her off with a rather unsettling question. "People like me?” He queried her. "What ..would that mean?” Ms Barbara gnashed her teeth angrily. "It simply means that there is no room for good-for-nothing people around this family. Do you understand what I'm saying? Now, you should pick up this dollar bill and get lost from our lives. I don't want to find you here when I get back here.” The woman threw a disappointing glare right on Sloane before she disappeared from the room.

He was mostly a polished professional, effortlessly combining the sharpness of his attire with an unspoken assurance that everything was under control. As Natalie's gaze shifted to Lars, she couldn't help but notice the striking contrast between the two men. While Marcus exuded a calculated professionalism with a hint of icy detachment, Lars seemed to embody a unique blend of warmth and, well, bitter intimidation. In a similarly impeccable brown suit, Lars carried himself with an air of quiet confidence, his attire a subtle opposite to Marcus's steely appearance. Despite the sharp angles of his jawline and the stern set of his features, there was a softness in Lars's gaze that kind of pacifi

"It was obvious from the start. Emma is so…ordinary. Not someone who could handle being a Caruso." Ordinary. The word slices through me like a knife. Is that how they see me? Just some ordinary girl who doesn't belong in their world of wealth and power? I never wanted any of this—the money, the status. All I ever wanted was to take care of my mother, and finally live a debt-free life, in a righteous way as I thought. But now, it feels like I'm just a pawn in their game, someone they can discard when I'm no longer useful.

The one next to an empty muffin case, a banana skin, and a glass containing a thin layer of milk at the bottom. At least Claire was eating well. Since moving in, Marianne had lost her appetite. Her way, she assumed, of dealing with final year pressure, working every spare hour at the hospital and the initial oddness of finding herself living in the old asylum. She felt more settled now, but her old cravings for anything edible hadn’t returned. Just in case, as there’d be tons of food at the party tonight, she intended completing a full workout. She left Claire to her calorific treats and jogged out the door. On her way back after an intense hour and a half in the gym, Marianne collected the

I looked like I’d just crawled out of Hurricane Milton. “What do you mean you live here?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. Was Adrian now giving accommodation to his conquests? The thought made my stomach sink uncomfortably, even though it shouldn’t have. We weren't a real couple, after all, but letting one of his whores shack up here is still disrespectful. Before she could answer, the back door swung open, and Maria entered, carrying a plastic bag overflowing with vegetables. “Hey, Mum!” the girl said, her tone brightening, ignoring my question.