Norman X Ray Novels & Stories

“My back’s been actin up somethin fierce. I ain’t been able to work at all, but cause itsa pre-existin condition workers comp won’t cover it. I cain’t get my insurance to gimme a referral to a chiropractor, so things is awful tight round home.” Norman smiled, hands folded on the desk, barely listening to a single word Jed Sykes said. He also ignored the man’s thin face and unhealthy pallor, his bloodshot watery eyes and slobbery lips. Instead, fantastic images wheeled through his brain. A majestic throne room with golden floors. Walls adorned with portraits of ancient men and women. A tall, regal man wearing a pharaoh’s headdress and a crimson robe. A man with a cruel face. Norman, kneeling

This time she targeted the cellar, and the place to go was Scott Hall. The commotion was becoming increasingly evident, causing Professor Norma to notice the anomaly. He was still holding the hedgehog's barbed wire in his hand, and when he saw the teleporting circles taking turns spinning, Professor Norma lost her temper and squealed, "Who's here? I will kill you and grind your bones into fine powder."

"Truly. Thank you all." Across the room, standing by the tall French windows that looked out over the frost-kissed vines, was Norman. He looked like a man who would rather be facing a firing squad than a room full of baby decorations. He was engaged in what looked like a serious discussion with a contractor, but as I watched him, I realized his eyes weren't on the blueprints in his hand. They were fixed on me, dark and unreadable. "You're staring again, Sarah," Rosa whispered, sliding a plate of steamed greens and perfectly grilled chicken in front of me. "Eat. It’s for the baby. He needs the strength even if you’re too stubborn to realize you do, too."

Breathing deeply, there is no way that I can actually withhold myself from the sight that was fast developing, it was obvious that all these things are only for a period of time, but like I already know, it is a life or death affair. Approaching towards Norman, I noticed that his clothes were taken off, and he was shirtless. Part of his chest was wrapped in pure white bandages that were big. Seeing this, I shook my head from left to right because the view was quite horrible, Like seriously, he must really be in pain, but then, he can't say anything just yet, which is something that annoys the hell out of me. I felt like I was going to cry, but I kept lying to myself, assuring myself that eve

I wait until I am in the middle of his office and watch as Norman stands and makes his way around his desk to stand in front of me before asking, “So, Norman, what is the news?” I shake his hand that he extends but at his touch, all I want to do is pull my hand away from his, grab his throat and rip it out. I pull in my emotions before they take too much of a hold and wait for his answer. “All her bloods came back normal…”

He extended his hand for a handshake, and I accepted it. "I-It's nice to see you too. You've changed a lot, physically," I faltered a little bit. "Is that a good sign, then? Or not?" he jokes, his eyes meeting Xavion's. "It's good, I supposed," Norman answered. "You look weird yet, handsome," he praised Hendrix with a little joke. "Is that a damn compliment, Norm? Or are you just being sarcastic?" Hendrix mouthed, and the rest of us laughed.

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.

The General’s Regret. As far as Serena recalled, Norman Collins was in his nineties. His body was thinned by age but still upright. His silver-white hair was neatly trimmed, and though his eyes were clouded, they still held authority. Age had slowed his movements, but his presence remained unquestionable. “This is a miniature fighter jet,” Norman said, handing the gift to Sebastian. “I had this prepared for you. I hope you like it.” “Really, for me?” Sebastian’s eyes lit up. “It’s awesome.”

Lisa clapped her delicate hands as she spoke. "Um, Chase, I also want to refine some pills." Norm, who had not spoken for a while, also came over, rubbing his hands somewhat embarrassedly. He was at least a hundred years older than Chase, but after seeing Chase's miraculous pill-refining methods, he could no longer care about his dignity. "Elder Weber, you're too polite. Whatever pills you want to refine, just say so." Although there had been some minor friction with Norm before, there was not really any major grudge between them, and Norm had contributed quite a bit in recent battles. Chase did not make things difficult for him.

The air was damp and carried the scent of the nearby river. I glanced around, trying to make out the figure of Norman in the shadows. "Norman? Are you here?" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty space beneath the bridge. Suddenly, a shuffling sound came from the darkness, and Norman emerged, causing my heart to skip a beat. "Norman, you startled me! I'm glad you're here," I managed to say, trying to calm my racing heart. Norman's expression was serious as he handed over a small, nondescript box to me. "Here it is. The stone you've been searching for. It cost me more than a lot to get this," he said, his voice low and urgent.