Norman Reedus Book Novels & Stories

My fingers itched to reach for the gun at my hip, the same one Damien had pressed into my hand the day he left—to protect myself, even from those closest to me. And here I was. Alone, again. “Give me one good reason not to end this now,” I said, voice tight, fists clenched. Reed didn’t flinch. “Because killing me won’t change what’s coming. It’s already in motion. You’re too late.” I hated how calm he sounded. How composed. Like he *wanted* me to pull the trigger. “What did you do?” I asked, stepping forward until we were nose to nose. He smirked. “What you never had the guts to. I tore the rot from the inside. I broke the illusion of your perfect empire.”

Do check it out, the first chapter will be free. ˙⋆✮⋆˙ Three years after losing the only woman he ever loved, Jace Norman has built walls higher than his empire. The ruthless CEO of Norman Industries doesn’t do attachments, doesn’t do emotions—and definitely doesn’t do second chances. Until ‘her.'

I looked down at see my favorite book ever, it's called Carter Reed, "What? It's a romance book about the mafia!" He took it off my and stood to his full height. His skimmed through the pages and frowned. I tried to take it off of him, but he held his arm up so than I couldn't even reach. "Give it back Noah!" He was still reading it. My eyes widen when he got to the page of the steamy scene. I jumped on him and climbed unto his head and shoulders to get the book, but he maneuvered it away from me.

Third Person POV The week crawled by like a heavy fog that refused to lift. Between the chaos of deadlines, audits, and stress from Universal Airlines’ class action suite, Sienna was drained. Her brother Stephen and Carmen were constantly at her home, but it doesn’t matter because she stayed buried in work at the office, trying to keep up with Knox’s absence.

“That book… it’s in all the old tavern stories. The Demon Lord of Thunder and Death. His relic. They say whoever opens it risks being cursed forever.” “I already opened it,” I said dryly, flicking the cover shut with a soft thump. “And I’m fine.” Norma looked horrified. “That’s exactly what they all say before lightning strikes and a thousand skeletons start tap dancing in their basement.” That finally pulled a laugh out of me. I couldn’t help it. Norma crossed her arms. “It’s not funny. The name ‘Maximus the Fallen’ isn’t some bedtime story.” My humor faded just a little. I glanced back at the book.

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.

The air in the room suddenly feels like it’s been sucked out of a vacuum. Elias stands up slowly, closing the knife. "Mr. Norman," he says, his tone polite but cautious. "Thank you for handling the accident case and making sure they caught whoever did it." Norman doesn't say a word at first. He just nods, a stiff, jerky movement, and walks further into the room. He stands on the opposite side of the bed from Elias, his presence looming and dark. Elias looks between me and Norman. I can see the gears turning in his head. A flash of suspicion crosses his eyes, just for a second before he clears his throat.

"Miss Hale? "Leave us, Elijah," I whispered. "I’ll talk to you later." The door clicked shut. Silence reclaimed the room, but it wasn't the silence of peace. It was the silence of a wreckage. "I told you," Norman said. He didn't sound triumphant; he sounded disgusted. He walked over to the window, looking out at the vines. "I told you a Rider is always a Rider. But you didn't listen, did you? You opened the doors, and gave him a bed. You let him play the grieving brother while he was scouting for something to take from you."

"Here you go." "Thank you." Reed took a glance at the screen then gave a small nod before putting the phone back to his pocket. He turned to Nathan again and smiled. "So let's see," he paused, his eyes scanning the room, "Those two guys. One is in a dark blue suit while the other is in a—" Reed frowned as if he was trying to figure out what his eyes were seeing, "in that animal printed suit."

At least now, I know that she’s okay. We were interrupted by the sound of Norman clapping, so I guided Ella behind my back and shielded her with my body. “What a lovely reunion! I should have known that those ugly wenches would have escaped. I should have never given them a chance to live and just cut their heads straight off.” “Like you fucking could,” Ella sassed behind my back. I suppressed a smile, but it still came through. “What are you smiling for? Are you happy that you’ve been reunited with your personal fucktoy?” Norman smirked. I glared at him.