My Property Isn't Normal Novels & Stories

" 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.

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.

May said, Scarlet and her already moved in, although they only had a few things in the house, but it was already looking homely. “I will be there” Hanan said “Okay ma’am” “Good night May” “Good night Ma’am” Don opened the car door for her and she got in, soon the car drove off. James sat on one of the couches in his living room with a glass of wine in his hand. His assistant walked into the living room with a tablet in his hand. “Mr Gold, there is problem” James raised his head and looked at him “What is it?” “The real estate company have refused to sell out any property to us”

It’s large enough to reach my waist. I follow after it, checking the address and sure enough, I see the sign for Blue Square Street. My lips curve and I grin down at the dog, “You really are intelligent, aren’t you?” I squeeze its face before patting its head, “You should really go home to your owner now. I’ll take it from here.” However, it doesn’t stop following me. Giving up, I start looking at the house numbers. House number 47 is the last house on the street. It’s a small house and my brow furrows when I see that the porch light isn’t on. Every other house on the street has their porch light on.

Read on. I got out of my bed and put on my bathrobe. It is going to be a hectic day as I remember I have to visit my parents at the mansion. "Family meetings", Ahhhhh…. How much I hate them. My mom and her typical bickering on how I need to get a proper girlfriend and be serious with my life. I mean, I am serious with my life. I don't need a "proper girlfriend". I can comfortably lure lots of New York women to any of my penthouses. A serious committed relationship will have to wait for now!!!

I have no doubt on that. &&&

Beyond it stood a mansion—one that took up an entire block, the only house on the street. The gate opened without the car stopping. We entered. The private drive was long. Tall trees lined both sides, trimmed with almost cruel precision. No flowers. Nothing delicate. Everything was symmetrical. Controlled. I was stunned by the number of guards on the property. There were so many. The house revealed itself slowly, as if it had no hurry to be seen. It wasn’t ostentatious. It was worse. Large. Solid. Old. Tall windows. Few of them. A place built to observe without being observed.

Not an exit strategy. This...