Normal People Novels & Stories

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?"

I made coffee the way I liked it - strong, with too much sugar - and sat by the windows watching the neighborhood wake up. A young couple walked by holding hands, both carrying art portfolios. A elderly man walked his dog, stopping to chat with neighbors. A woman about my age jogged past in paint-splattered clothes, probably heading to a studio job. This was what normal life looked like. Not crisis management, not corporate drama, not hiding from dangerous people. Just regular humans going about their daily business, pursuing their own dreams, living their own lives. I wanted that. I wanted to be a regular person with regular problems and regular joys.

I look at him confused, what the hell does he mean? "Look, you see Troy as normal, you see yourself as weird and different. Every person views normal differently, for some a normal person is simply someone who only likes the opposite sex, for others, it is people who don't change their bodies. There is no normal." I nod, I understand that I saw Troy as normal purely because he isn't in the lifestyle, but does that really mean he is normal?

“When, if, we find them, what next? Do we stop them? We find a way to reverse whatever they did to us and become normal again?” “Normal,” he repeated. “Whatever that even is,” I said, shaking my head with a laugh. “I really don’t know a time in my life where I ever felt normal.” “I don’t either,” he said, turning his whole body to face mine. “But, normal is ordinary. The world could use a few extraordinary people like you and me." I raised my eyebrows, seeing the smirk on his face. “And so humble, too.” We stood facing one another, not speaking, suspending ourselves in this small moment of levity. This felt normal, and I knew he was thinking the same thing.

They want to know but they don’t want to force their father to tell them such things. "I didn't expect that either, I thought then that she was just a normal woman, of course for me she is still normal even though it's her true self and identity, because being normal is not defined by what you are. That is how you interact with other people, whether he is stronger than you or weaker. How you perceive the world, and how you deal with it. As long as you don't do anything bad to your neighbor and all you want is to live in peace, I think you are normal," Dominus said with a bright smile and because of what he said his companions looked at him. They think he is right and there is nothing wrong w

"Can I really be normal? Have a normal life? Normal relationships? Normal future?" "Define normal. Because if normal means exactly like everyone else, no. You'll always be different. But if normal means having relationships and purpose and joy and all the messy complicated things that make life worth living? Absolutely yes. Forty-three enhanced individuals in this community are living proof. They have jobs, relationships, hobbies, and dreams. They're living full lives. You can too." "How do I start?"

“Human. He's just an ordinary human … with a mind as mad as a real devil.” Yeah, ordinary humans who break boundaries. Totally breaking boundaries.

Without waiting for a reply, I turn around and climb the stairs to my bedroom. I keep losing my focus, and my concentration when all I’m doing right now is chopping some onions in the pack house kitchen. It’s bizarre but at the same time comfortable that things have gone back to normal so soon. You would expect that something as huge as a rogue attack on the pack would freeze lives and activity but I feel it’s the opposite. Tragedies or hardships like these somehow force people to return to normal because they don’t want to live in that passing phase of grief, sorrow, and anxiety. Normality makes it that much better because at least then everyone can pretend everything is alright and they we

He inquired. “I don't remember the exact.” She answered briefly “Do you feel something strange around you?” “No, there was nothing strange, everything was normal.” “Normal? He asked in a questioning tone, "Do you know the difference between normal and abnormal?". “I try to look normal but my normal look is abnormal because I'm not a regular call girl.” Her expression didn’t change. Peter nodded. “Surely there must have been other people there and they would have had some conversations.” He closely examined her expressions.

They were both weirdly looking at me. I mean, they were kind of smiling, which is a part of their job. Yet, for some reason, they seemed to hate me. Well, it's just a feeling. Besides, I care less about what they think about me. So, I decided again to act as normal people would do, and to ask them politely. I know, normal people don't use the word "normal" a lot. Anyway, I asked them. "Where is everybody? I don't think I'm the only one going to Italy!"