Normal People Novels & Stories

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."

Ordinary life is moving around us untouched by the chaos that has shaped so much of my world recently. I had spent so long inside the estate and the club that stepping back into regular society felt almost unfamiliar. “You are quiet,” Sofia observed as she drove. “I forgot how normal people live,” I whispered. “That probably means we all needed these moments more than we realised." She said. I looked out the window again. Children crossed streets holding backpacks; couples sat outside cafés drinking coffee. Nobody scanned rooftops for threats; nobody moved, as violence could erupt at any second. The normalcy almost hurt.

Norman ran into a little trouble earlier. Norman. The name reminded me of those blockheads from the store. ME: it’s fine. I ran into some trouble today too. Almost simultaneously, bubbles popped and disappeared. Six people typing. I stared at my screen with surprise. Weren’t they supposed to be offline? What’s with the sudden typing? Norman’s bubbled appeared first and I chuckled at the irony when I read his text. NORMAN: Trouble? What kind of trouble? Is someone bothering you?”

He reassures me. "You saw like me?! It's not normal what just happened is it?" "No, but nothing is normal these days. People would start walking around naked that no one would care. At worst, if a reckless man dared to talk about it, everything else would pour on him. But dare to dress up decently, you will see "who does she think she is to want to show that she is perfect? ​​"Are you at church here?"... And even, those are the most polite. I tell you, the world is going upside down."

I focused on breathing so my words would come out normal. "And I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Hell, my poor wife. I even think about my little girl, and I get so sick I want to puke. This is the life I chose, but what about them? The people I love and care for?" He shrugged. "I'm not trying to justify what happened, or what he said, I just want you to try to understand that as much as people say celebrities are just like you." He licked his lips and smirked. "We're not. We won't ever be normal."

He said holding my shoulders. " As of now, we have a business to run. Don't you have anything to do? " I asked raising my eyebrow. " You are so boring. Have some mercy on me at least, for god's sake, I am a normal man. " " Then go and find a normal woman for yourself. I am absolutely abnormal. " I said with a smile. " I am too normal so a bit of abnormality would be fine. Have you not heard the phrase, 'Opposite attracts'? " He asked.

In fact, only three of them were like that, the other people in the department were still normal. These three people suddenly smiled in relief. "Society is so complicated in this day and age. Who doesn't have a few private matters and stories that are too shameful to tell?" Eevonne also smiled. They were right. Who would not have some private matters and stories? She did not harm anybody.

We were too busy making love that morning, pouring everything into each other, trying to fill the emptiness inside. “We should go back, right?” Anna said softly, sounding sad. “Hey, we have a big plan, Anna.” “Mm, yeah…” She sounded tired as she curled up in my arms. “Sometimes I think it’d be better to be an ordinary person. Living a normal life without so many problems.” “Everyone has problems, sweetheart.” I pinched the tip of her nose. “The difference is, theirs don’t involve guns or poison.” Anna laughed softly. “Yeah, right.”

The people hold one another. And all of it continues exactly the way it should. Not through grand gestures. Not through extraordinary moments. But through ordinary ones. The kind that matter most. Day after day. The right amount. All of it.

“It is black. What is the problem?” “The problem is that you look like you’re attending a highly formal execution, not our first attempt at human behavior in two months,” I teased, walking toward him and reaching up to loosen the knot slightly. “Normal people relax. They talk about things that don't involve asset forfeiture and assassination protocols.”