Marianne Normal People Novels & Stories

she muttered under her breath, though the tightness in her chest lingered. As the news program shifted topics, she turned off the TV and sat in silence, her meal half-finished. Her gaze drifted to the window, where the city lights twinkled against the evening sky. No matter what this meant, one thing was certain—I couldn’t let the past consume me. Alex’s downfall wasn’t my responsibility, and whatever Arine’s intentions were, I couldn’t let them derail my focus. The hum of the water running over the dishes filled the quiet apartment. Mila scrubbed the last plate, her movements slow and deliberate, her mind far away. The evening had stretched on uneventfully, but something about it felt off,

"No, that…” "You know, Rozanov, my daughter has always been a lively girl. It was hard to see her at home on the weekends” He walked to my window, watching the view of the city “Nowadays it's hard for Allie to get her out of the house. Do you have any idea why this change is?” “Marianne is focused on her career, I think she wants to learn as much as she can while in this job.” Does he think I'm making her work too hard? He just ordered me to treat her like any other employee.

"You can come up to me at Harriet's house, and speak softly like a normal woman." Darla puffed out her chest which other women crave, then she tossed her beautiful hair. "Do you think I don't look like a normal woman?" Noah sighed before placing the empty plate on the kitchen shelf. He walked limply away from Darla. "Rather than being called a woman or a girl, you deserve to be called a monster."

**Nora** The tape measure tightened around my waist like a noose. I stood on the small platform in the private fitting room, arms lifted, while the seamstress pinned silk that cost more than my monthly gallery salary. Two weeks. That was all I had left before I became Mrs. Sterling Marlowe on paper. The numbness that had settled in my chest since the contract signing refused to lift. Every pinprick of the needle felt distant, like it was happening to someone else.

"What's this sudden obsession with moving out?" "Mari..." She held up a hand to stop the long winded monologue I was about to deliver. "I know it must be difficult for you, trust me I do. I just thought you might have adjusted better to it all by now. All wealthy people behave this way, Wade. It's normal."

"I can't believe he would do that. Then, did you agree on that?" Marianne finally looked up at Felix, her eyes revealing a mix of hurt and determination. "No, Felix. I didn't agree. I don't want your father's money, Felix. I just want this thing to end, so that I can go back to my normal life." Felix's shoulders slumped with a mixture of relief and frustration. He walked over and took a seat beside Marianne, the distance between them no longer just physical but emotional too. The room felt suffocating, the weight of family expectations pressing down on them.

"Trust me Nicole I'm having a really hard time keeping myself distracted from you. I'm trying to get things done so that when we get home you'll have my undivided attention." I really didn't know what he meant by that, and the not knowing part was driving me crazy. What can I expect from him? What does he expect from me? How did I end up in this mess? Soon enough we came to the rest stop and I was escorted to the lady's room, I was washing my hands and watching the door that was being guarded by the man from outside. So much so that I got started when a different door behind me opened. A cleaning lady came in ,she used the workers entrance. And her entrance could be my exit. I went through

I said looking at everyone, I took out my paper even though I didn't need it, I knew that I had to look at Jason and I was. "My name is Maria Rodriguez." I started, I felt so nervous, I looked at all of the people at the audience, they were all smiling at me, then my eyes landed on Jason, he had a smile on his face, he signaled me to continue, he is always there for me, I love how much he cares for me, but what if it's more than that. what am I saying, he can't be in love with me, I'm the maids daughter. ****

Sure, Marius might not have killed his entire pack, but he clearly wasn’t normal. He was harsh, secretive, and avoided answering my questions. It was obvious he didn’t know how to socialize. Suddenly, I felt movement on the bed—Marius shifting beside me. A faint light slipped through the cracks of the shuttered window, just enough for me to make out the outline of his face, shoulders, and arms. “Why are you nervous?” Marius’s voice sounded in the darkness. “What? I’m not,” I replied. Marius sighed impatiently.

questions she asked, but got no answers. Alice was in so much shock that she staggered back to the car for her phone, she had to call someone, anyone, and that was when she saw it, they were everywhere, the lights flashed, against her and the unconscious man that laid almost lifeless on the floor, she didn't know how, but within seconds the once quiet road was filled with people, she couldn't think, she couldn't speak, she could barely breathe, what had she done ? everyone would know about this, she could already see the headlines, YOUNG IRRESPONSIBLE ACTRESS KILLS MAN UNDER THE INFLUENCE, ACTRESS OR ASSASSIN?