Normal People Novels & Stories

Kaya lang naisip ko rin na bigyang pagkakataon ang aking sarili na maranasan ang ganitong uri ng buhay. Iyong hindi lamang puro sa aking kinabukasan ang iniisip kung hindi ay ang tungkol sa mga bagay na pino-problema rin ng karamihan na kagaya nito. I wanted to experience on how to be a normal person. Normal in terms of different aspects including the lifestyle. Like experiencing on going to a club or bar hopping, partying and such. I wanted to experience those. The things I haven't done before.

It felt like… like we were finally being treated like humans. Alex stared at the message. He thought about how long it had taken to get here. The fear. The anger. The fatigue. And he realized something: Ordinary was not the absence of struggle. Ordinary was the presence of stability. The bond pulsed—steady. Alex stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the city. People moved through their lives. No one was shouting. No one was marching. No one was waiting for a hero. They were living. And that, Alex knew, was the real victory.

If only she knew. Silence settled between us comfortably after that. Annabelle broke it first. “So what do princes do when they’re miserable?” I snorted softly. “Apparently wander into barns.” “Interesting coping mechanism.” “What about you?” I asked her “What about me?” “What do normal people do when they’re miserable?” She gasped dramatically. “Did you just call me normal?” “You are normal.” “How offensive.” That earned another laugh from me. God. I almost forgot what it felt like to laugh without forcing it.

Nancy spoke softly. "Tumhe ek din mein normal hone ki zaroorat nahin hai. Agar tum dari hui ho to isme kuchh galat nahi hai. Koi tumhe jaldi theek hone ke liye nahi keh raha hai." She squeezed her hand gently. (Translation: You don't need to be back to normal in a single day. There is nothing wrong with being scared. No one is asking you to get better quickly.) "Aur agar tum kabhi baat karna chaho ya rona chaho...ya bus chupchap baithna chaho...toh main hoon." She completed.

I glanced over at him before clearing my throat, “I kind of meant to say that quietly… I guess I get a little annoyed when I watch people… Sometimes I wonder if I can ever be like them…” “And be like what?” he asked. “Normal?” “Yeah," I answered. “Being able to go out with a group of people, doing things like everyone else and just not worried about… everything.”

“Yes, and maybe you were right with what you said and what we have argued earlier on the bus ride, that we as soon to be nuns, do have quite the distinction between normal people.” “And what made you reach that conclusion right now?” Connie held her breath for a split second and let out a long however confident exhale after. “Well, normal people pay respect to us especially when we are wearing the habit, because that symbolizes our totality as nuns. But if we don’t, they just think that we are like them, so they do things to us that is normal to them yet not normal to us. I realized Vi, that we do not make ourselves superior, ra

"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?"

He walks over to the coffee machine at the table at the far end of the room and says, "Go on." "I mean... I think there are a lot of people who think of celebrities as some other species. Or at least as people who are part of some other world. Not our world. Not the real world. Celebrities have looks and money and opportunities that most of us will only ever dream about. The rest of us are, well, ordinary. Just normal people with hundreds of little problems that celebrities will never have because they got lucky and we didn't." Roman seems to be absorbing every single word I say. He nods for me to go on.

So, now, when people see me, they just look at me like I am crazy. I've since been to therapy, and this week, my therapist recommended I try to think about my life being normal. She also said something about manifestation and how what I think in my head reflects in my everyday life. I don't understand it, and I don't even think I believe it, but I'm too exhausted to care. I go along with it because it's therapy. It's supposed to help people and also because some part of me hopes it'll work. So my mantra for this week is that normal is good, normal is great, and the most important thought that i don't voice out about normal is that normal things happen to normal peopl

"Sure..." Wendy nodded. She frowned slightly and thought for a moment, and then slowly said, "Young master, in this world, apart from ordinary people, there are actually other different species that exist, only, most people don't know about them. For example, the one who uses drugs to stimulate the potential of his body is one of the different species. This type of person is equivalent to an abnormal evolution based on the current human genes, which is why it is called an evolution. Almost all of the evolutions are super experts. Meanwhile, apart from an evolution, there is another type of abnormal individual with exceptional combat strength, called a mutated one..." "What? A... mutant? No w