Norman X Ray Lemon Novels & Stories

Norman: Are you going to accept the apology or not? Evelyn: Hmm. Norman: ? Evelyn: Fine, yes, I accept. Evelyn: But you have to know that was really not nice, Norman. Norman: I know. It won’t happen again. Evelyn: Okay. Evelyn: Also, you left the basil in water, so it should stay fresh for a few days, just so you know. Norman: I saw that. Evelyn: Good. Don't let it die.

Norman screamed from right behind my shoulder, making me jump. Have I seen them before? In fact I barely reached this place yet a normal college student’s fridge was supposed to have leftover pizza, juice, water, and maybe some fruit. But this fridge looked like the back room of a nightclub—stocked with expensive wines and top-shelf whiskey, as if I were living with a professional bartender. Norman stretched his hand inside, gripping a bottle of expensive white wine. “Hey, you shouldn’t be doing that,” Tina warned softly. “Why? Can’t we at least have a good time together? Don’t you agree, Jace?” Norman turned to me, pleading with his eyes.

Lexi explained. “So what are we going to do?” “SHOPPING!’ Norm belted out. “Shopping? But.” I said. “Girl, you need to shop, and I LOVE shopping. Finish eating so we can get a move on.” Norm said as he bounced in his seat. “You’re a nut boy.” Lexi said with a chuckle. “Damn straight. That’s why I fun, and all the boys just love me.” Norm singsonged. “Oh I’m sure they do.”

Low and unhurried, like he had nowhere else to be and nothing more important than the syllables of my name. I looked up. Norman stood at the hallway entrance in his white coat, a tablet in one hand, looking exactly the way he always looked — composed, professional, and completely unfair. His brown eyes found mine immediately, and something shifted in his expression, just barely. A flicker. Gone before I could name it. He held the door open. “Come on back.” The examination room was small and too bright and smelled like rubber gloves and cold air. Norman closed the door behind us and set his tablet on the counter, scanning whatever notes the receptionist had pulled up.

“With flushed cheeks and a very particular new perfume.” That made me freeze for exactly half a second before I recovered. “That was the rain.” “Sure,” Norma said, snatching a piece of bacon from my plate like it was her birthright. “And I suppose the rain gave you that love-bite on your neck too?” I choked. Renato, across the table, sighed like a long-suffering uncle. “Miss Norma, perhaps some discretion?” “Discretion?” she grinned. “I’m just worried about our Storm Knight here. She needs energy, right? After… training.”

“Don’t speak too highly of me, Mr. Voss. I don’t want to disappoint the lady.” Norman stood to get a bowl that didn’t look like an eating bowl. It had little stones with different colors around its opening, and inside there was a glowing red pearl. He put aside all the things in his table and put the bowl in the middle. He also put a little water inside. Was he making some sort of ritual? “Just wait for a while, Miss Maddy,” Norman said and I nodded. I couldn’t wait to know how to solve my problem but I knew I had to be patient.

"How could you possibly know all this?" Norman tilted his head, that unsettling smile still playing on his lips. "You think you're the only one with eyes and ears in this city? Please." He pulled a worn leather journal from his jacket, flipped it open. Inside, pages and pages of cramped handwriting. Dates. Locations. Names. "I've found a hobby recently. Journaling. I've been documenting everything related to you. Every time Damon lets his guard down. Every secret meeting, every whispered threat, every crack in the armor."

He was watching his enemy shake under the innocent weight of the very child he had tried to exploit. "Go ahead, Norman," I urged softly, my tone dripping with a quiet, lethal sarcasm that only the adults could fully decode. "Don't be shy. You told me yourself how desperate you were to finally meet Leena. Here she is. Say hello." Norman swallowed hard, his throat clicking loudly in the quiet space. He cleared his throat twice, trying desperately to find his professional voice, but when he spoke, it was a breathless, stammering mess. "Uh... hi. Hello, Leena," Norman muttered, his hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly his fingers were shaking. "Yes... it’s true. I... I knew your mom.

When he noticed Vincent glancing at him, Ryu slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of white powder. He sniffed it discreetly. His brain screamed madness. His eyes turned red. THE MODERN – RESTAURANT Leonard and Jaxon settled into a cozy corner table. Soft jazz and gentle conversation filled the air. Leonard glanced at the menu, then up. “What are you in the mood for?” Jaxon smiled, scanning the options. “I’m thinking—” “Steak, medium-rare, truffle fries,” Leonard said, closing his menu. He knew Jaxon’s favorite. How?

Each time he locked eyes with Dexter, however, Dexter’s cold glare was enough to make the man shrink back, momentarily silenced. Suddenly, the station doors swung open. Several people entered, and Adela couldn’t help but pause in mid-signature to glance over. In front was Layson Norman, exuding his usual imposing aura. She froze for just a second, pen poised above the line where her signature was supposed to go. The presence of anyone from the Norman family usually led her to brace herself, unsure what to expect.