Normal People Novels & Stories

"The hardest decision of her life. Not which ancient being to fight. Not which reality to impose. Not which impossible mission to survive. Just dress color." "Must be nice. Having that be your hardest decision. Having normal problems. Normal life." Aria set down the book. "Do you think we'll ever get there? To normal? Really normal?" "I don't know. We're pretty far from normal. Pretty extraordinary. Both of us. Together. What we've done. What we've survived. What we are. That's not normal. Can't ever be normal. But maybe we can fake it. Pretend. Have moments of normal. Like now. Like this week. Stolen moments. Borrowed normalcy. Better than nothing."

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?"

He was definitely a special case. Phoenix sighed. “It may be surprising to you, but not all humans are bad you know.” Phoenix said. I frowned. “If you’re talking about yourself then-.” Phoenix waved his hand and cut me off with a smile. “I can’t say anything for myself of course. I’m not the kind of guy to brag about himself.” Phoenix laughed. “I find it distasteful.” He said. My brows furrowed. “Then?” I asked. “I'm talking about normal humans, not invocates or hunters. Like the common villagers we met earlier in Barley.” Phoenix said.

I wasn’t going to say that in the middle of the B-wing hallway between third and fourth period, so I didn’t say anything. “You don’t have to fix it,” I said. “You can just be normal.” “I am being normal.” “You said ‘seriously’ and then complimented my beanie.” The corner of his mouth moved. “Fair.” He was quiet for a beat, watching the hallway ahead. “For what it’s worth, you look like yourself. Still.” I didn’t say anything. That one had landed and I wasn’t going to look at him to find out if he knew it.

I should’ve been sleeping. Instead, I was memorizing the exact angle of her smile. “Hey,” she murmured after a while, voice quieter. “Do you think people like us can ever have normal?” I didn’t answer right away. Her fingers found mine, curling lazily between them. “I don’t know about normal,” I said eventually. “But I know we can have real.” She looked up at me with those wide, too-honest eyes. “Real’s scarier than normal.” I nodded. “But it’s better.”

“It's been a while since I heard the word normal, nothing is normal.” I turn to look at her, “If the apocalypse ends today, do you think the world will be back to normal?” I ask. Mel shook her head doubtfully. “I don't think so, important lives have been lost and there's no way people will cope with the new world without looking above their shoulders. Life used to be normal, a cure can't bring normality back”. I sigh and cut the thread. “Aright then, let's get you stitch”. *********************

I asked him and he laughed out loud. “That’s insane! Your imagination is superb!” He beamed. I smiled and shook my head. “People will think of you as a kind and nice guy because that’s what they see. People see the surface, unless they get to get deeper.” He smiled. “Well, I’m ordinary.” He started. “I’m not pretending to be something I’m not. But I’m nothing but Knight. I mean, I’m a normal nerd who likes to study more than have friends.”

Melissa McCarthy, daughter of a normal office worker and a Japanese American housewife is the very definition of normal. She is like any normal person out there. With brown curly hair, pale skin and blue eyes, she has a plain average forgetful face. She has one older sister and three younger brothers. She is a normal office worker who lives in a different apartment apart from her family, unlike her sister who never seems to show any signs to stop leaching off from their parents. Her appearance is normal, her grades are normal and overall her life as a whole is normal. She is nothing special. According to her small band of friends, she is a little introverted, a bit blunt, intuitive that work

Ji Soon wishes her to live a normal life like others. After Ji Soon said Bo Ra started to worry that she was not leading her life calmly like others. Dong Jun said, “Don’t be worry about what Ji Soon said earlier. Your life is normal like us.” But she started to think what other people do in her age. She thinks others would go for a job or studying in colleges. They go on dates with their boyfriend. They hang out with their friends. They lead their life happily without worries. Their worry is about why I missed the bus, why my boyfriend didn’t pick me up, why am I getting pimple, why my teachers giving me a lot of home works.

he said, softly enough that Rory didn’t turn it into a headline. “What is?” I asked, even though I knew. He shrugged slightly. “This. Normal.” I kept my tone light because that word, normal, was starting to feel like a delicate thing. “Bright side,” I said. “Normal is free.” Jace smiled a little. “You say that like it’s rare.” “It is,” I said, and his smile faded just enough to remind me we were both thinking the same thing. Around 5:30, the door buzzer sounded.