Ray And Norman Novels & Stories

"You think I'm just using you?" "I think you don't know the difference anymore," Norman said. "You have a son to think about. A business to run. And a legal war that is about to get very, very ugly. If you want me by your side for the war, I’m here. I’m your manager, and I’ll fight for this land until my last breath." He paused, his eyes searching mine, filled with a raw vulnerability that broke my heart. "But if you want me in your bed, it has to be because you want me. Not because you want to show Tyler Rider that you found someone better than him."

“Rhayden!” He stopped, turning and started to run up the hall toward me, a smile coming to his lips. Rhayden was here… for me… “Rhayden!” “Mars!” he called out, the smile fading as he reached out. “Mars! No!” I didn’t have to turn to know what was behind me… but I did anyway. Norman loomed over me, blood gushing from the wound on his head and as I stepped back toward Rhayden, he stepped forward.

I watched them leave out front, mumbling words to each other. “What are they talking about?” I asked, trying to eavesdrop. “They are about to play dirty,” Norman said. I sucked in a breath in determination. “Oh, not on my watch,” I mumbled as they came back, and Hailey had an evil smile on her lips. I narrowed my eyes on them. “Hold on tight, Aurora. It’s about to get messy,” Norman said.

the waiter from earlier walks in with a pamphlet waiting cid norman's order, norman smiles grinning widely and wickedly she was treated like filth out there and her she is being treated like royalty, she looks at the waiter who seems to have kicked eyes with her and immediately reverts his gaze, "come here" norman orders the waiter, slowly and sluggishly the waiter moves closer to norman, she us nets by a slap in her face as norman strikes her face, "i do not want you to wait my table i request for another forget i said that i order for a new one, who do you think you are you filthy piece of trash a lowborn human like you" norman says while wiping off her fingers,

Suri and Brett had meled with Valentina and Norman, two traitors from the Weeper’s. “Tell us why?! Tell us who you work for!” Brett said as he took to hand to hand combat with Norman instead of magic. Norman fought hard, but he never waivered. He wouldn’t budge when it came to sharing their information. “Go fuck yourself, Brett!” Brett’s fierce growl could be heard throughout the room as Norman stopped fighting him and took the last hit to the face as Suri lunged at him, clawing at his stomach and disemboweling the man.

Like he had all the time in the world. When I finally pulled back for air, my skin was flushed and my heart felt like it was trying to break out of my ribs. From behind us, of course, came a voice: “I swear to all the gods,” Norma grumbled from somewhere near the campfire, “can’t you two keep your hands to yourselves for one ambush? Just one?” Anita coughed like she wasn’t also watching. Alaric didn’t even look away from me. His lips quirked up. “Let them talk,” he said softly. “We’ll finish later.”

The land itself felt alive here, humming with a quiet, powerful energy that I knew would aid Riley. Norman had finally left a few hours ago, looking like a man torn between two worlds. He'd gone to his "important business meetings," his words still laced with that familiar self-importance. I’d assured him, as calmly as I could, that Riley would be just fine, that he didn’t need to bother staying. Part of me found it amusing that he, the great leader, actually listened to me, the 'oddball' brother. It showed how desperate he truly was. Still, even with his departure, he couldn't completely let go of his control. He'd left a couple of his burly, silent guards posted outside the cabin, pacing t

Atlan Wolfe, hood pulled low, bruises shadowing his face, half-hidden in a corner booth with a drink in hand and another waiting. Norman slid into the seat across from him. “Didn’t peg you for a strip club regular. Don’t get me wrong, you’re gay, sure, but…” Atlan’s head snapped up, eyes blazing. “How did you know?” “Relax, cowboy.” Norman raised his palms. “Your secret’s safe. We make it our business to know everything about the people we invest in.” Atlan studied him warily. “You said you had something to offer. Make it quick.”

“I don't care. They'll say what they want to say but it still won't change what I want to do. You don't have to worry. You're my queen and you come first.” This man was the best to ever exist. Norman was going to be coming with us too in case anything happened on the way. I was really hoping I didn't get sick but Atlas didn't want to take any risks. As Ray was helping me pack my bag, I noticed that she looked lighter. Not brighter, lighter. “You’ve been humming that tune all day. What's gotten into you?” I could tell that it had something to do with Andrew but I hadn't had the time to ask her what had happened between the both of them because of everything.

Aurora, elegant as ever, tried to restrain her laughter while adjusting the sleeve of her fitted blazer. They were in their own world. No one glanced toward Ray or Garry. Not even curiosity. Which caused Ray to stop walking. “Strange.” Garry glanced at him. “What?” Ray tilted his head slightly toward them. “Look over there.” Garry followed his gaze lazily at first. “These are the kind of women who command respect,” Ray said calmly. “I like them.” Garry scoffed and waved him off dramatically. “You say that every six months.” “I am serious about these two.” Ray’s voice remained even. “I want them both.”