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.

Norman nodded admiringly. "I only know a little about medicine. I wouldn't say that I'm a miracle doctor. Just call me Sebastian," he said modestly. "Well, Sebastian, you are much too modest. I'd like you to have a look at me later," Norman said, smiling. Sebastian nodded slightly. Actually, the moment he had entered the room, he had sensed an evil energy from Norman. Although Norman looked energetic on the outside, there was a faint dark energy hidden on his forehead. Those who didn't understand the spells of the mystic sects might have just assumed that Norman's health was declining due to his old age, but the truth was that he had been invaded by an evil presence!

“Xander is my photography club president. He’s helping me with my father’s old camera.” “Then find someone else,” Norman retorted. “There is no one else,” she insisted. “That’s why I’m working with him.” Norman fell silent. On the surface, it seemed like he understood. But inside, his thoughts were far from calm. Although Norman’s silence seemed like acceptance, it was anything but peace. On the surface, he looked composed—eyes fixed on the road, jaw relaxed, breathing steady. Anyone watching would assume he had let it go. But inside, he was at war.

“Nothing complicated, just to complete the evaluation.” Charlotte looked at Mr Norman, He gave a nod. “Go.” They walked into the Norman mansion's medical room. “Wow, I never knew there was a medical room in this house,” Charlotte said. “Well, Charlotte this is the Norman family mansion, and it resides in the Norman estate; literally, everything can be found here so don't be surprised.” Charlotte sat at the edge of the examination bed, as Dr Harrison prepared the equipment. “Try and relax,” he said. “I am relaxed.”

“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 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,

I Instantly averted mine, flustering to be caught ogling his way. "Sorry." I gulped, feeling more embarrassed than ever. Norman studied me from the dark end of his car, his long legs stretched out in front of him, a frown plastered on his harshly attractive face, fingers in a steeple in front of his curious lips. How was he real?

Diana said again whilst demonstrating her hand. "I really feel like puking." She groaned out with her eyes closed. __~ Mr Norman paced round his room with a glass of wine in his hand. He slugged down every content in the glass cup at once and dropped it on the table. He sat down and poured in yet another quantity from the bottle. He brought out the reason he has been pacing around from his back pocket and stared into it. Since he came back from the hospital with the woman's picture, he hasn't been himself.