Novel & Cerita My Property Isn't Normal

I said through gritted teeth. “No need to be so hostile now Giovanni Romano.” She said and then walked closer to me. My men immediately brought out their guns and aimed at her , her men did same . “Oh please , I’m not here for a bloodshed , at least not yet.” She said and handed me a document. “That is the legal document stating I own the lands on which this mansion was built , which technically makes me the owner of the mansion.” She said and smirked . I threw the paper to the ground .

" I cursed through gritted teeth, marching over to the mess. I knelt down and picked up a sharp, shiny shard of glass, then I thought. How do I expect a girl that looks like a guy to ever want anything a normal girl wants. Maybe she’s gay, yeah that’s it… it totally made sense. She walked like a boy, dressed like a boy, acts like a boy. She even looked like a boy. I scoffed. “This bet is a joke…i need to call it off”. I scratched my head laughing at my thought.

Like watching insects throw themselves at a moving car. But Darren ignored them all. Stone-faced. Perfect. My perfect legal weapon. “I’m here on behalf of the new owner of this estate,” he said calmly, his voice like a polished dagger. “The property has been foreclosed. You were notified by mail and email weeks ago. The bank has sold the estate under legal ownership transfer, and you are required to vacate the premises today.” “What?” Norma screeched, grabbing at her pearls as if they could anchor her to reality.

“They can’t do anything to me though, they won’t dare offend my dad.” “No, but it’ll still affect Esteban. That’s their goal,” Kelsey said. Jenna looked around in awe. “Who owns this secret mansion?” “Norman,” Bruce said. Jenna snorted. “Why would I stay on his property when my husband can build ten of them?” Bruce glanced at Archie and frowned. “You should be the one to settle this, Archie. This shouldn’t be happening.” Norman ignored them, focused on his laptop. Jenna shrugged. “Well, I’m going to unpack,” she said and went upstairs.

She said in an unfriendly way. “I don’t know your usual so can you spell it out?” I asked, wondering if she was dumb. “ You haven’t seen me before so you should know I’m new without me saying it.” “ Are you speaking to me in that manner?” she asked in disbelief. “ Who are you to speak like that to me? Do you even know who I am?” “ Well I’m someone who respects those who respect me and you’re the heiress of Putin Global, so what,” I replied. “ So tell me your usual and I’ll be out of your presence, princess.”

And one more thing Phoenix had found in the previous hour that changed the shape of everything slightly. A property record. Cross had owned a property in a coastal region four hours north of us. The ownership was in his name. Not a shell company. His actual name. It had been purchased eighteen years ago and the property taxes had been paid every year since without interruption through an automated payment system linked to a bank account. Still active. Still paid. As recently as six weeks ago. Someone was maintaining that property. "He's there," Eva said. She said it with the quiet certainty of someone who had followed enough threads to recognize when they led somewhere real.

“No one.” “You can’t keep acting like you own me,” I whisper-yelled. My chest rose, exposing more of my cleavage, but decency was the last thing I cared for at the moment. I tipped my head back, enough to hold his gaze. “I’m not a property. I’m a thinking adult, okay?” “You can own me, Beth.” The thread of sanity I was holding onto slipped through my fingers. God, I was so stupid to think there could be a moment of normalcy with this man. I squared my shoulders and folded my arms on my chest.

I read it. A property. To be selected by me. Purchased outright. Title in my name. No conditions attached to marital status or contract term or anything else. No encumbrances. No reversionary clauses. No language anywhere in the provision that made the property contingent on anything I did or didn't do or continued or stopped doing. Just: a property. Mine. I sat at the kitchen table.

I found it difficult to stop saying the word especially because it bothered me that she had taken such an action. “You didn't have a problem before!” her face was scrunched up in disappointment and she was only managing to irritate me even more. “Exactly!” I pointed it out to her. “Before is the key word, when will you learn to respect that?” She was about to say another word when m doorbell rang. At first I was startled because of the foreign spud I was definitely not accustomed to. Nobody managed to go by the security and my door was normally left open so whet h bell rang without the security men notifying me that somebody had showed up, I immediately knew that there was sonly one person w

(eg when Kayley speaks, the format will be as this: Kayley ~ “Mike, what an awesome surprise. Where have you been?” Full adaptation will be dependent on the popularity of the old Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of My Crazy Normal. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ******************** I have never been a normal person; I have never done things the normal way, I have never lived by any of the normal rules or even met people the normal way. My normal is crazy, and I only live by my crazy rules. My name is Kaylee. This is my story, the story of my crazy normal world.