Ray And Norman Novels & Stories

"So, don't try to outsmart me. Don't use our son as your excuse to scare me. Don't use Justine to undermine our relationship. Your game was too predictable. Better answer me. What did your men do to Tanner the other night?" "Fine, I ordered my men to beat the hell out of him. Happy now? Is that enough to answer your question?" Norman departed from his seat with his soulless eyes fixed on me. "Anyway, I'm already exhausted. Do what you want. Sue me if you have to. I'm not gonna regret protecting you from getting hurt even if I have to stain my hands with his blood." After letting out those words, Norman strode toward his room, leaving me all alone in the living room with his cup of tea as the

All my life, I have been trained to be the best. I was trained to always follow the norm, the standard. I was little miss perfect. They turned me into one, and I had no choice but to be one. I didn’t have much freedom growing up because there were a lot of expectations from me. They were all watching me. I couldn’t move freely because every move that In make, they will always have a say about it.

They could talk endlessly, lost in the joy of being reunited. Meanwhile, Layson Norman had brought his son, Ralph, to his apartment. Due to his work schedule, Layson had been working late and didn’t want to return to the Norman family mansion. He preferred the solitude of his apartment. Ralph had visited a few times, mostly accompanying his grandmother when she brought him food.

ordered Norman . " Master ,it's freezing...." The servant pitied at the state of Ivy. " Do ,what I say " Grunting angrily , Norman glared at Ivy who is still on the floor and gazing him with teary eyes. Unlike normal today her tears are expressing something else . But ,he is not interested in paying attention . moreover,he is gleaming angrily . Keeping that in mind , he glared at Ivy and warned " This is my personal bedroom . Only me and shasha own the rights to enter inside. Excluding us , no one could enter here .Now ,drag this lady from the place "

On our way back we heard a ruckus and before I knew it, something collided with me and I felt excruciating pain all over my body. Ansley's POV I was surprised to see Prince Norman here. He looked as gorgeous as always. Prince Norman and I have been friends since I was ten years old. He always visited my castle and I did his. I liked him growing up but we withdrew from each other when he fell in love with another and I met Jamal. Seeing him here, all grown up, was a little overwhelming with emotions; however, my thoughts often drifted to his twin brother; Kian. Their features matched so much with only a few features to tell them apart. Kian and Norman are opposites, Norman is calm and unpertu

Adam voiced out with no fear. Norman started walking towards Adam with his two goonies following behind him. " And who do you think you are?" Norman asked. " The guy who will kick your ass if you keep troubling her." Adam said this as he walked past Norman and his goonies, then he grabbed my hand, but this time it was gently. " Let's go," he said. As we turned to leave, Norman let out a battle cry as he ran towards us. Adam quickly turned around and countered the attack. Norman was sent flying, and he crashed some meters away. He quickly woke up and charged in again as he was ready for another attack.

Andy walked closer to Norman, her heels steady against the pavement, her expression composed—almost serene. “Long time no see you, Norman,” she said calmly, as though she were greeting an old friend she had bumped into by coincidence. Norman looked at her for a moment before exhaling quietly. He gave a small nod. “How have you been?” he asked, voice low and polite. “Great,” she replied with a grin. “What are you doing here? Don’t tell me you came to see me.”

I remarked. "Well, he probably decided to get it done, knowing you have a lot on your mind," Norman shrugged nonchalantly. "They're retired Special Forces." He said. "I see," I muttered. "Can you get the kids for me? I'd like to introduce them to the newest members of the family." Norman grinned. "I'll be right back." He turned and walked out of my study, returning with my kids trailing behind him five minutes later. I could see the curious expressions on their faces upon seeing the bodyguards.

I repeated to myself, trying to regain my sanity. "Why are you staring at me?" Norman asked curtly. "Nothing... cool tattoo," I referred to the black wolf symbol he had on his arm. "It's in honor of my father," Norman replied before entering the river waters. I was trying to control my excitement, but he became even sexier with wet hair. He had tan skin, a tattoo of a black wolf on his right arm. I could see the veins popping in his neck, water running through his completely wet hair, down to his defined abdomen, sliding towards his... I shouldn't notice so many details about this man.

“…and the disappearance of Detective Raymond Cole and his family represent an attack against every citizen of Atlanta.” People watching at home nodded immediately. Because he sounded believable. That was Richard Norman’s greatest weapon. He never sounded evil. He sounded reasonable. Compassionate. Powerful. “As the chairman of Norman Enterprises…” He paused carefully. “And as one of Atlanta’s lifelong citizens…” His voice deepened slightly. “I will personally fund every available resource necessary to locate Detective Cole and bring his family home safely.” Reporters immediately started shouting questions. “Mr. Norman, how much are you contributing?” “Do you believe organized crime is respon