Not Your Ordinary Novels & Stories

Anything to stop my thoughts drifting to the handsome dark haired CEO of the third biggest corporation in New York City whose father wanted nothing to do with me. By the time I got home, I was drenched in exhaustion. I showered quickly, hoping to avoid any interruptions, even from Logan. But again he showed up a few minutes after I had settled in. “Nice roses,” he commented. I glanced down at the bouquet and sighed heavily. “Logan, please. Can't we just…” I sighed once again. There was no use in prolonging the inevitable. “Can’t we be normal? Just for a bit?” “Why?” He asked as if it was a boring subject.

"Are you okay?" I turned to face him, feeling a mix of anger and frustration. "No, I'm not okay," I said, my voice rising. "I don't want to be here with you, in this stupid town, with all these stupid people. Why did the moon goddess have to pair us together?"

"And since when did an Obasogie's daughter become a mere whim in the very hands of nobodies?!" "He's not a NOBODY!" Ame screamed at her mother, daring to defy her this time around. "I'm an adult, mom, AN ADULT! And, like I have told you severally, I am not interested in Dapo Adejare! You can't choose for me ANYMORE!" Ame covered her face with her palms but the tears coursed down her face freely.

Hoping for a better poem, oops sorry but you might've been diss By of course me Abnormally normal isn't normal so don't expect anything too real See you next chapter Hopefully we'll meet That's enough goodbye Blow Kiss

EVAN My phone starts ringing before I can convince myself I am safe enough to think. It is not the sharp, frantic sound of an emergency call, not the panicked buzz of Leah’s name flashing across the screen. It is an ordinary ringtone in an ordinary room, and that is what makes it obscene. The normalcy is the point. It is how the system moves—quietly, politely, as if the worst things in the world are simply part of standard procedure. Unknown number.

“I want more of the ordinary in it. Alongside the extraordinary.” She looked at the road. She thought about what she had said to him in the kitchen in September. More years. More full moons. More of whatever comes next. “Yes,” she said. “That’s what I want too.” “Is it enough?” he said. “For you. Is the ordinary enough alongside everything else?” She looked at him. “Jax,” she said. “I built an entire life trying to get to ordinary. A stable ordinary with good people and meaningful work and a home that was actually a home.” She held the wheel. “Ordinary is not a consolation prize. It’s the whole point.”

I know it’ll just be pocket change for you. “But I can’t go to work looking like this. You know, a kid…” get me, now? You are the weird one because you didn’t freak out upon seeing me. But if others did, they will probably find me odd. They might even report me to police or sell my information online and get featured in TV shows which uses abnormalities as topics. They’d label me as some kind of a new species. I don’t want that. So just let me go, will you?

Like she'd seen a ghost. Enzo guided me to the main table. He lifted his champagne, gave it a lazy swirl, then looked out at the room. He didn't raise his voice. Didn't need to. "Let me introduce my fiancée—Jessica." Silence slammed the room. Zoya couldn't hold back. "Jessica?" Sharp. Mean. "Which Jessica? Don't tell me it's THAT Jessica Rossi—the one who sold out her family and murdered her own brother seven years ago before rotting in prison."

The territory with its boundary and its history and its memorial and its ceremony ground and its permanent shimmer of two realms held in contact. It was ordinary. Completely, specifically, exactly ordinary. She had spent a long time believing that ordinary was what happened when extraordinary failed — that ordinary was the consolation, the default, the lesser version of the significant. She had believed this without knowing she believed it, the way people believed things they had absorbed rather than chosen. She had been wrong.

The only mystery I carry is the sudden death of my mother. Zarek’s gaze narrows as he gives me a once over. “Otherwards, utterly ordinary.” I bite my lip to keep from frowning. It isn't the first time I have been called plain, but I must admit... hearing it from him stings more than I had imagined. Still, being normal was nothing to scoff at. More often than naught, it helped me avoid certain troubles. Like unwanted marriage offers and—wait, why am I here?