Normal People Marianne Novels & Stories

I took a good look at him and I could tell that he belonged in high-powered board meetings and tiled offices not in the drab anxiety filled corridors of hope general. “Miss Moretti?” he asked, his voice velvety and almost too smooth. I got up on my feet slowly. “Yes? That's me…” “My name is Adrian,Mr. Mariano's executive personal assistant.” He handed me a folder made of high quality paper. “I was tasked to bring you this.” I collected the folder with trembling hands then I unsealed it. It was a marriage contract. Not a sum of money. Not a medical grant. Not yet a surrogate agreement.

But they’re not too busy to gossip. “Did you see the men that came in?” one of the girls whispers excitedly. “My God, they looked like movie stars.” “Especially Mr. Noah,” another chimes in. “I swear, every time I see him, I forget how to breathe.” “Yeah, and that woman with him,” someone mutters, rolling her eyes. “She’s obviously trying to mark her territory.” "Oh, you mean Miss Marianne? She is weird but who are we to interfere in a political talk?"

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. ****

I burst out. "How old are you, female?" "My name is Jane!" I growled. He crossed his arms. "Just Jane?" "I’m an orphan." He nodded, looking uncomfortable for the first time. Marius cleared his throat before saying: "My name is Marius Blaine." "I know," I blurted out without thinking. "Of course you do. The mad wolf who slaughtered his own pack in a fit of insanity," he said, his voice bitter—and I could see how much it seemed to trouble him.

"Thank you, Maria. You've outdone yourself." "My work is done, miss. It's time for me to take my leave." Maria's skirts swayed as she turned to depart, her footsteps quiet on the floor. She reached the door, her hand extending to grasp the handle, when suddenly... "Ow!" Maria's voice burst forth in a sharp, startled cry. Maria's hands shot up to her forehead, her eyes screwing shut as she winced in pain. Damn! She collided with Secretary Ann at the door. Secretary Ann's eyes were fixed on the iPad, and she did not even notice Maria on the door when she grasped the handle too.

"As beautiful as always." She leaned in, brushing her lips against his, a smile playing on her face. "Thanks, my love," she whispered. Juan gestured for attention with a clap of his palms. "I expect everyone is here?" Rosario glanced around, noting, "Marissa isn't here." "I am here, Mother." The soft melody in the background subtly changed. All eyes turned upstairs as Marissa descended the central path, her expression composed, with minimal makeup enhancing her features. She wore a long-sleeve red shirt paired with a skirt boasting a high slit.

She stepped forward, her voice quiet but clear. “Please take your seats.” We sat in the front row. I clutched Luca’s hand like it was the only thing tethering me to this moment. The minister approached the small podium, flipping open a worn leather bound book. “Today we gather to celebrate the life of Marie Thompson,” he began, his voice solemn. “A woman of strength, kindness, and fierce love for her family.” My throat closed, my vision swimming. I remembered her laugh. The way she’d tuck my hair behind my ear when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. How she’d hum under her breath while she cooked.

, Lucy laughed, "I got over it in a year's time and I'm definitely not hung up on him, we just have to move on and I surely don't mind dating again" Marianne smiled and thought that maybe this story should also be a lesson to her. Just then, her phone started ringing from her pocket. "Who is it?" Lucy asked when she noticed Marianne smiling like a fool. "Its Raphael, what do I do?" "You could a) smash the phone or b) be a normal person and pick up!" Lucy yelled with sarcasm. "I choose b)," Marianne responded with more sarcasm. "Hello, Marianne, how are you?

"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."

I was never like this, I was usually a goody two shoes and now I was behaving and acting out like this. I walked up to the office assistant's desk, waiting for her to notice me standing there. After a few seconds, she placed the heap of papers she was busy with down right next to her and looked up at me. She always gave me the super creeps. She was the typical scary old lady who likely only got this job because there was no where else for her to go or something like that. "Can I help you?" she said in her old creepy voice. I nervously shuffled around on my feet before clearing my throat. "Uhm ... yes, well actually, I have been called to the office. My name is Mariette" I said, wanting to ge