Norman Bean Pseudonym Novels & Stories

"If you sneeze, we’re dead," Norman hissed, his eyes darting to the window. "If you trip over those boots, you blow your cover. Do you understand the stakes, Sarah?" "I’m not Sarah today," I snapped back, my voice gravelly and low. I adjusted the itchy beard and patted my five months old pregnancy meant to be a fake beer belly. "I’m Joe. And Joe doesn't take orders from you." Norman’s eyes flashed with something hot—frustration or admiration, I couldn't tell. "Just keep your sharp mouth shut for our sake."

He dialed Kayden, relaying the instructions with military precision while I pushed the car to its limit. Once he ended the call, he turned to me, his brow furrowed. "How did she manage to pull that off so quickly?" "I told you, her skills are exceptional," I said, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. "The suspect's real name is Norman Risollo. He wiped his existence from the database three years ago by declaring himself dead. He’s been operating under a new identity: Alfwin Morroto." "I know Alfwin," the man in the backseat blurted out, his voice trembling with a new level of fear.

Suddenly, Raphael had the idea of going to his step brother's house instead; he needed Pearl's help at this point. ** "How did you let her leave for Spain because of some freaking FBI agent?" Pearl asked with rage in his eyes after Raphael had explained what transpired. "My Intel told me it was Code Red?" Raphael justified himself. "Your Intel? Jordan Norman, twenty five years of age, lives in Kansas city and was killed on October 11th 2019, three years back bro, he was killed three years back!! Whoever had called you was cloning Norman and because of that Aliyah was kidnapped" Raphael paced around, he was fidgeting with rage.

Janice trailed off. “How's the interview process going? I heard you had some hot-shot writer asking you all sorts of questions,” Norma paused, looking hesitant for a second, “That is if I'm allowed to ask and you want to talk about it?” “It's going pretty good. It just brought some dreadful memories, and I need some zoom and pew pew to distract myself.” Norma laughed, “Well, I got you some Philip Francis Nowlan and a couple of books by E.E. Smith, I hope that helps.” Norma pulled the books from the rickety shelf behind her and placed them on the desk.

We all clinked, laughing like villains in a N*****x drama. BONUS DISCOVERIES: Elias, the proud patriarch? Has a secret second phone. With photos of a certain younger woman… who works at the fake luxury warehouse. Guess who she is? Norma’s niece. Norma? Booked a weekend getaway to Turks and Caicos… under the name “Nora Moonlight.” Who did she book it with? A recently divorced plastic surgeon in his 30s who used to treat MJ. Let that sink in. *****

She grinned. “Which one?” Maribell asked, certain that she wrote under a pseudonym. “Marcus Howitzer.” Margo said, grinning. “You’re Marcus Howitzer?” She asked wide eyed. “The Marcus Howitzer?” “Yes and you can’t tell a soul!” Margo hissed, looking around the room. “It’s just Marcus is one of the most celebrated authors around! And you’re Marcus?!” Maribell said, nearly squealing. “That’s the true purpose of the NDA.”

He read it in the living room, his expression growing increasingly grim. “This is good,” he said finally. “It’s calm. It’s factual. And it makes Carson Pryce look like a sociopath with a PowerPoint.” He looked up. “You’re not going to publish this under your own name, are you?” “A pseudonym,” I said. “‘Maritime Observer.’ Let the facts speak. My name would just make it about my past, not his present.” He nodded approvingly. “Smart. A ghost in the machine.”

Bosey couldn't believe what Norman's father just told him. Why was Jenny Lynn trying to kill Norman and why was Norman working for her. Bosey kept staring at Mandy, he didn't know how to tell her that Jenny Lynn, who is her mother using an alias, was now the hidden boss of Norman. They promised each other, that there will be no more lies between them, so he must tell her when she wakes. Bosey dreaded situations like this. Mandy was going to be so sad when she hears this.

- Normani murmured as she sat next to her girlfriend. As soon as we heard about Lauren Jauregui's position as the investigator responsible for the Collins' theft, made by Dinah and I, of course, we had to make better decisions to reinforce our side and not be discovered. Normani's involvement was totally unexpected by me, even having the knowledge of her relationship with Dinah, I never imagined that the woman would surrender to the younger one's wills and would help us with such a risky plan. The beautiful African American woman had a bright police career, and yet she accepted to infiltrate Lauren's operation, which by pure coincidence needed new agents. Normani was our eyes, she kept us in