Normal Guy Novels & Stories

Noah felt like they were burning a hole in his skull. He had two large men standing behind him as if to guard him. He must be someone important, Noah thought. "So you are Noah Smith?" the man asked. "Yes sir," he replied. "Hmm...I don't see what's so special about you. You just seem like an ordinary young man," the man remarked. Excuse me? Who does this man think he is?

I asked him, "Notice? What notice? I haven't got any notice, have you seen it?" The guy relaxed and said, "Oh thank God, you don't know about the notice." I asked curiously, "Why do you thank God? And why will I not see the notice?What is it about?" The guy stammered and replied, "No there is no need to see the notice for you." I asked, "Why there is no need to see the notice? Hey! you, wait a minute, I have something to ask you, wait."

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

It takes a lot for werewolves to get drunk due to our high metabolism and special genes, so for him to be like this, he had to have drunk far over the usual limit. “N-noop. I’m prerfectly sober,” he says then hiccups. The noise in the background threatens to overwhelm his voice. Music and voices filter through the phone as Nolan launches into a rant about apologies, I think. I can only understand some of his words, catching one or two that I recognize every now and then. Honestly, knowing that Nolan can be normal like everyone else makes me feel a bit better about how he’s treated me. He may be my boss and the King, but this reminds me that we may be incredibly different in status and person

he spits, not sounding like the demon I thought he was, "Where's the money?" I stop pretending to look and just stare at him. For some reason... suddenly I'm not that scared anymore. He just doesn’t look like a bad person. He's a young man, really tall, around six foot three at the very least. He has a clean face, handsome features, light hair and blue eyes. He's also casually wearing a Tom Ford shirt, very white sneakers and doesn't understand Latin. This is not a demon... he’s just some guy. Some normal guy.

Always act in a way that your face is never worth remembering. “Alright, well give me a shout if you need anything.” The man walks by and I glance towards the door. Where is he? I'm on edge, there’s no contact for weeks prior to locking in on a target. Why is he even in this city? The door opens after a while, and a man who is nothing out of the ordinary enters. He’s wearing a cotton jacket over loose pants and a white shirt, a cap on his head and normal boots that any middle-aged man would wear.

The one guy had orange hair and hazel eyes, he was very built, and then of course the other two guys were the twins. They nod to the orange hair man, who is only wearing a blue basket ball short, and he turns around and leaves. The twins eyes fall back on me and a silence falls upon us. The boys only have basketball shorts on and I can't help but look at their stunning bodies. Their six pack fully on the display and the their v-lines are just begging me to run my fingers over them. No, focus. I tear my eyes from their bodies and look straight into their eyes. They had big grins on, clearly seeing how I checked them out. I felt heat rise to my cheeks and decided to speak before I get side tra

But on someone else's face. He had two large men standing behind him as if to guard him. He must be someone important, Noah thought. "So you are Noah Smith?" the man asked. "Yes sir," he replied. "Hmm...I don't see what's so special about you. You just seem like an ordinary young man," the man remarked. Excuse me? Who does this man think he is?

-I don't think you'll need to look for it," he says, looking behind me. -Why not? He pointed to the ring. I turned to look: there came Colton climbing in the same black shorts down to his knees, barefoot and shirtless. On his knuckles he now had a kind of white strip to protect them. And apparently today they didn't have a horn to announce them. Maybe because this place was new. Another guy appeared on another corner, he was tall, stout, thick, muscular, he was intimidating. He had the face of an ogre. I thought he looked very strong on par with Colton. Very old. I was scared for him. Now a judge, or whatever you call it, appeared between the two of them with a microphone.

Well, I’ll start off by telling you a little bit about myself. My name is Josh and I'm 22 years old. I'm about 6 foot 1, 190 pounds, dark brown hair, brown eyes, an athletic body, and a nice thick 8-inch dick. I'm just your normal average working guy with a decent job making 18 dollars an hour. I have more than enough girls that liked me and if I played my cards right I could maybe get any girl I wanted. Not to brag about myself or anything, just making a point so nobody thinks I'm some ugly nerd sitting around myhouse all day. Lol.