Normal People Explained Novels & Stories

"Not this again Wendy. I told you over and over that I am not ready to date anyone. We can't just drag anyone into our lives. We are different and different is not accepted." Wendy folded her arms across her chest and rolled her eyes, "Did I say he was a Normie?" Normie was the term that she and I used for humans with no supernatural gifts. I cocked one eyebrow up and studied the look on her face. She was serious. "Where in the world did you find anyone else like us around here?"

I asked, putting my groceries back into the paper bag. "I'm surprised but I wouldn't be for too long. I never thought this would actually happen to me. Ever." She giggled. "I read that there are at least 7 people in the world that look exactly like you, so this is perfectly normal. If you look at it some type of way." Was she serious?! Perfectly normal? Damn. I had alot of reading to do then. But I could see some reason with her. There are over 8 billion people in the world anyway.

All I had thought was that werewolves were just a fragment of imagination, but they were real, especially now that I was living among them. "There is a misconception that we're violent or we're monsters, but no. We're far from that. Werewolves are peaceful people. We're completely normal. We eat normal food. We sleep like normal people. We bathe like normal people, and we interact like normal people," he explained while showing me illustrations from a book he was holding. It showed different drawings of what a werewolf looked like in different cultures and countries.

This man was obviously not an ordinary person. "Oh God... he's so handsome!”

I suppose with those numbers, that could be why no one talks about it. Who wants to admit they’re having mental health problems to a ‘normal’ person. They’ll just throw stats in your face about people suffering from hunger, and lack of water or people in war-torn countries have it worse than you. Those kinds of people make me angry; I didn’t ask for what I’ve gone through and the after-effects of that. It’s why you should never judge people; you have no idea what’s happened to them and what they’re still dealing with in their lives. It’s kind of funny cause I’m so envious of those same arseholes. I want to be one of the fifteen normal people.

She leaves and then Violet turns to me and says, “Does this feel weird to you?” “Yeah, it does.” “Maybe we’re just not meant to do normal things,” she says quietly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I say, instantly going on the defensive. “No, no, I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant that we’re not like other...uh...other people. Normal isn’t really our thing.” “Well, you’re not wrong,” I tell her.

’ ‘Preferred Coffee Order. I stared at the papers in horror. “This feels less like getting to know each other and more like I’m applying for citizenship somewhere.” “It’s efficient.” “It’s psychotic.” I deadpan pushing the stack of paper away from me. He gave me a cold look and I shrugged. “If we’re doing this,” I said firmly, “we’re doing it like normal human beings.” “And how exactly do normal human beings do this?” “We ask each other questions naturally. We spend time together intentionally. We learn things because we want to, not because we’re filling out a survey designed by a serial killer.”

Nolah wiped his face angrily. "I know you all love me. I know our family is good. But… sometimes I wish it were normal. I wish I could say I have just one dad. I wish I didn’t have to explain to anyone." Elias took a deep breath, his broad chest rising and falling. "Look at me, son." Nolah lifted his swollen face. Elias gently held his chin, his calloused thumb wiping away a tear. "Normal is just a word people use to feel safe. It doesn’t mean good. It doesn’t mean right. Our family isn’t normal. It’s rare. It’s strong. It’s built on choices, not obligation."

Adrian was awake too; I could tell by the cadence of his breathing. "Can't sleep?" I asked. "No." "Me neither." "Too quiet." "Yeah." We lay there in the darkness, listening to the house settle. "Do you think it gets easier?" I asked. "Being normal?" "I don't know. I've never been normal." "Me neither." "Billionaire CEO and accidental wife turned mob-fighting vigilantes," he mused. "Not exactly a normal trajectory." I almost smiled. "What do normal people do?" "I have no idea. Jobs? Hobbies? N*****x?"

"This is the best life I got. People fear me, cause I earned that and it keeps reminding me that its all because of the image I've been keeping to get everything I ever desired for. And if you consider me good person in any regards, you ain't doing any favour to your naive self because I'm no Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;