Normal People Novels & Stories

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?"

“You want to work at a place that pays you in office donuts and praise emails?” “I want to feel normal!” That stunned him. For a moment, the room fell completely silent. Just the hum of the wine fridge and my heavy breathing. He walked toward me, slow and measured. “You’re not normal, Emma.” “Gee, thanks.” “I don’t mean it like that. I mean you’ve been through hell. You’re surviving something no one else understands. You wake up screaming at night. You flinch when the doorbell rings. You’re not normal, and that’s okay. You’re healing.”

“Normal.” She finishes for me and I nod my head. “Well, people like you and me who have lived with fear, nothing will ever feel normal. To others, their normal is so very different from ours. So we need to find our own sense of normal. I think Harley Quinn said it perfectly. Normal is a setting on the dryer. People like us don’t get normal. You stabbed that man seven years ago. Why?” she asks and I sigh as I take the plate from her hand and place it in the dishwasher.

"They ignored you your whole life and now they want photographs." I looked at the roses and did not answer because there was nothing to answer with. He was right and we both knew it and saying so added nothing. He was quiet for a moment, which was unusual enough to notice. Then he said, "You know you can tell them no." I looked at him. "Normal people do it regularly." He said it with the mild delivery of someone describing a practice they find entirely unremarkable.

The way leadership devours the innocent parts of you first, like a forest fire sparing nothing gentle. “You are too,” I said. She exhaled, long and slow, head tipping toward my shoulder but not quite touching. Not yet. “You ever wonder if normal people feel like this?” she asked. “Feel like what?” “Like they’re standing on the edge of a cliff they built themselves.” I chuckled under my breath. “Normal people don’t build cliffs. They trip into holes and hope insurance covers it.” A fragile smile cracked through her exhaustion. God, I loved the rare ones. The real ones.

"Um, normal?" I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed. "Yes, normal. As in, someone who doesn't throw a temper tantrum and endanger the lives of dozens of people. Someone who isn't prone to sexual harassment or professing stupid things like affection and a whole bunch of other bullshit and-" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Who doesn't beat the holy living shit out of people without being provoked." With every one of the points being driven home, Asheton grew smaller and smaller until, by the end of the whole spiel, he was nothing more than a sad little man the size of a six-inch sub.

I suppose with those numbers, that could be why no one talks about it. Who wants to admit they’re having mental health problems to a ‘normal’ person. They’ll just throw stats in your face about people suffering from hunger, and lack of water or people in war-torn countries have it worse than you. Those kinds of people make me angry; I didn’t ask for what I’ve gone through and the after-effects of that. It’s why you should never judge people; you have no idea what’s happened to them and what they’re still dealing with in their lives. It’s kind of funny cause I’m so envious of those same arseholes. I want to be one of the fifteen normal people.

What happened that night did not left my head the whole morning the next day. We were not given a rest day or something, so we really didn’t have a choice but to go to school. It was a normal day, students were back to regular programming, but as for me, I wasn’t really sure. It didn’t feel normal at all. Damn. It wasn’t normal. I couldn’t help the smile occurring on my lips as I stared at his texts earlier. From: Greg

“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.