Norman X Ray Novels & Stories

Lexi said. “I do?” “Yeah you do. You remind me of spring time.” Norm said happily. “Thank you. I think.” I watched as Lexi looked at the pictures I had on my wall then moved to look at the three on my nightstand. Norm started checking out my pictures at the same time. “Oh. Who is this slice of sexy?” Norm asked, holding out the photo of Rowen, and me dancing. “That’s Rowen.” I answered, smiling at the picture.

Exactly the kind of thing that could shatter an alliance. “Norman,” I began cautiously, “you know how important Moon Pack is to us. I’ve already spoken to my third son—he’s studying medicine. He could help when he returns. You should not trust just anyone.” That’s when I noticed it—a worn canvas bag on Norman’s bedside table. A relic from another world. One that didn’t belong in this high-rise hospital suite filled with polished chrome and sterile wealth. Norman followed my gaze. Then he looked up and met my eyes.

I’m standing by a display of handcrafted wooden rattles, weighing one in my hand and thinking about how Noah would probably just try to eat it, when the chime above the door rings. I don’t even look up. I’m too busy checking the price tag. But then, a voice—deep, throaty, and horribly familiar—drifts over the top of the shelving. "I need something for a woman who has everything but likes to pretend she’s still a child. Something... classic." My blood turns to ice. It’s Norman.

“But Norman isn’t the name of a body of water.” “Shh.” I hold my finger up to my lips so Norman doesn’t hear us. He’s only a few steps ahead as we make our way backstage to meet the band Faris Wheel who just performed. “He’ll hear you. He’s a little sensitive about being left out. The Norman’s Arc connection is a stretch of the imagination, but it fits, just like Norman fits who he is.”

“I am relaxed.” “No,” he replied. “You are not.” “Is it that noticeable?” She asked. “Yes, Mrs Norman. “ “What's the issue?” “It's just the situation.” “The situation?” “The marriage… the family… everything is just so overwhelming.” “That's understandable.” “Mr Norman requested a thorough evaluation.” He said holding a clipboard. “I see…” “So we will be running a few additional tests.” “What kind of tests? If I may ask.” “Standard tests.” Dr Harrison said looking her in the eye with a cheeky smile on his face.

“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.

Norman pretended to look confused, "I don't..." I fired one bullet, directed at Norman's knee, and he screamed in agony, falling to the ground. Blood gushed out from his wound, but I didn't care. "Does this remind you of him? Tell me where Xavier is right now!" I demanded. "I really don't know who Xavier is!" Norman called out, his voice strained as thick sweat dripped down his forehead. I glanced at Dante once again and he reached into his pocket, bringing out his phone that contained a screenshot of Julius we had taken from the CCTV.

"i noticed earlier than something was odd about you but in the right kind of odd way" norman could not get what this man meant, was he trying to woo her? or was he trying to get back at her for embarrassing him by wasting her time? "what is odd about me?" norman asks "your scent" xyla says his eyes narrowes until a slit, what was wrong about her scent norman think, she looks around herself not wanting to make a fool of herself, "i don't see what you mean i bathe regularly and use the too skin cares" norman says showing off while pulling her hair being her shoulders,

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.

Riley's POV The flickering light cast long shadows across the living room as I stepped out of my room, the silk of my nightdress whispering against my skin. Norman stood by the window, his back to me, his silhouette stark against the city lights. His posture was tense, his shoulders rigid, a stark contrast to his usual controlled composure. He looked… worried. Or was it just my imagination, fueled by days of his cold silence?