Normal People Novels & Stories

she said. “Normal is subjective,” he remarked and smiled. “What’s normal to me may not be normal to you or to other people. Besides, I won’t court you if I think that you’re relationship with him was gross.” He chuckled, and he saw her smiling nervously. “If you went on a killing spree when you had a relationship, then, that would be abnormal. But you didn’t, did you?” She smiled faintly as her response to his joke. “You don’t think I’m too low for you?”

Avery glanced at Ivy's phone and saw the boy's message that said he would never harass her or speak ill of her behind her back again. "Beautiful girls from ordinary families are often targets for men who bear evil intentions," Avery said. "You need to tell me about these kinds of things the next time it happens. You are too young, and you don't understand that some people know no bound when it comes to getting what they want." Ivy nodded. "I never ran into things like this when I was ugly." "It will happen again, but don't be afraid. The kind of people I was talking about is the minority. Most people are normal."

''Shit, I'm such an abnormal person'' Richard thought.

Random questions, which always come up suddenly in my head. "Ck!" Gerald's in a mess. "It's normal. If you were among those people, it would be normal. Maybe you're the unique one yourself. But here, because rarely seen, that's why waoh. It's normal. Remember, they're also ordinary people. There are also bad people, and you happen to see the right one to score so. In Germany, it isn't lovely a lot. Even parts of Europe like Italy, they look like locals here." "Then Gerald's fine if he's there?" I asked. It could be that this white man is also the standard of his face among the thousands of whites there. Then Gerald's not special anymore.

He was certainly not an ordinary person. "Zhurong?"

Before they took me away, I had begged Mom through my tears, asking if I could at least have a slice of my birthday cake first. Mom had said, "You can have some when you learn how to be good and come back home." I had learned how to be good, but I still hadn't gotten any cake. Adam suddenly smiled and said, "Dexter, the definition of 'normal' is pushing down the people you dislike. Go ahead and push me. Just like you did three years ago." I stared at his face. Something seemed to be flickering deep within his eyes, and his standard smile had vanished.

--- Not revisiting old wounds. --- --- Just existing in the same space. --- --- Talking about small things. --- Her work. His schedule. Random thoughts that didn’t carry emotional weight. --- --- And somehow— --- That felt bigger than any deep conversation they had ever had. --- --- Because this— --- This was what they never had before. --- --- Normal. --- --- And normal— --- Normal was stable. --- --- When he finally stood to leave— --- There was no hesitation. --- No awkwardness. --- ---

Mark wore faded jeans, a black hoodie, and a baseball cap pulled low. Mia wore blue jeans, white sneakers, and an oversized cream sweater. Her hair was tied into a loose ponytail. No expensive jewelry. No designer bags. No security detail. Just... A man and a woman. She looked at him and smiled. "You actually look normal." He looked at her. "So do you." She nudged his shoulder. "I always look normal." "No." "You usually look like trouble." "I'll take that as a compliment." The city streets buzzed with life.

Just looked at all of us—his family, his daughter, his whole world and smiled. That night, after Elena was asleep, after we’d collapsed into bed exhausted but content, Alina said something that stuck with me. “A year ago, I was trying to escape. To find normal, to fit into a world that made sense. And now here I am living the most abnormal life imaginable, and I’ve never been happier.” “Normal is overrated,” I agreed. “Completely overrated,” Jaxon confirmed. “We make our own normal,” Ronan said. “And ours is perfect.”