Norman Williams Public Library Novels & Stories

I'll only leave when everything is set. -I'll be back to pick you up. -No problem, Agent Jauregui. – she said with a smile. I nodded and in quick steps left that place. My car was in the first spot of the parking lot. As soon as I got in it, I turned my attention back to the call with Normani. -Normani? -I'm here, Agent. Even with the change of IP I was able to see. They are in W57th St, corner with Av, of the Americas. Number 182.

It was easier to just give in to these people and not argue; anything to preserve my brain cells. “Let’s go to the library.” “Now?” He seems confused. “I thought you said you were gonna…” “Just let it go, Norman. Follow me.” *** It’s not a long walk to the library. Everything is super easy to find here with the elaborate signs and labels boldly plastered everywhere and maps hanging on the walls. We take a seat at a table that can fit more than two people, and get comfortable. “So, where do we begin?” He smiles playfully, moving his chair a bit too close to mine and wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"Wow, you've even got Miss Willow's number! You really are good at bullsh*tting, aren't you?" "You'll find out if I was bullsh*tting in a second, won't you?" Wilbur smiled. Nancy was beyond confused, frowning at Wilbur. Did he really know Chelsea Willow? Norman swaggered up to a chair and sat down, sneering. "If Miss Willow doesn't get here, don't blame me for what I do to you." "Oh, and what would that be?" Wilbur said. Norman scoffed. "I might just hurl you off the balcony right here."

"we need to leave now nadir our flight is in two minutes we are being called in" jason pulls nadir towards himself walking into the airport waving norman off as their guards also follow behind, norman leans in on her seat in the car, "where to ma'm?" "the pub i'm drinking out today" "yes ma'am" norman sighs out loud it can't be it must not be, could it possibly be the same xyla? what are the odds? several questions storms into norma's mind,

The prison library was small and under-stocked, but to Janice, it had become a sanctuary, a refuge from the dullness and potential violence of her day-to-day life. The librarian, Norma Schelle, was a short, boyish woman in her mid-twenties, with thick, black-framed glasses and a short pixie style haircut. She was also the bright point in a staff of people who always acted like they'd rather strike an inmate than smile at them.

CHAPTER TWELVE The Cryptic Crypt St. Norman’s Church occupied a space in a small, sedate part of town, not too far away from the library. It was hidden amongst large oak trees and weeping willows, and several dense thickets peppered with bright yellow flowers. The building was made up of a high bell-tower with squared walls and a flat, featureless roof which butted up to a long narrow structure, housing the main hall, giving it the appearance of a clumsy letter “L” that had fallen over on its back.