Ray And Norman Novels & Stories

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.

Hearing Dillan's greeting, Ray, a tall, well-built man with sharp eyes and perfectly chiseled features—so handsome and possessing an aura that surpassed the others, like a nobleman—nodded and not only shook hands, but pulled Dillan into a warm hug. "Long time no see. I hear Blitz AI is becoming more successful," said Ray, to which Dillan nodded in response. Meanwhile, Morgan and Ben did not join the conversation. Dillan had rejected Morgan's offer, and that made him feel offended. "That's how it is. It's business, there will be good times, but there will also be bad times. We got lucky because of her." Dillan pointed to Moira and introduced her to Ray, while Morgan stared at Moira for quite

The little boy immediately said, “Hello, Adrian!” Adrian smiled and patted Cory’s head. ‘Looks like Vivian is living a rather happy life with her family.’ A young man then walked over with a smile on his face. Upon spotting him, Vivian said, “Adrian, this is my husband, Norman Thompson. Dear, this is Adrian. He’s one of my former students.” “Hello, Mr. Norman.” Adrian got up and shook the man’s hand. “Hey, Adrian. Please, just call me Norm,” Norman said.

“Isn’t that Normal Lancell? What is he doing here?” The Lancells were aristocrats too. Norman was a student there, and his uncle was a multi-award-winning screenwriter in Dorywood. Norman walked into the room, and the girls gasped because it was something unusual. Before anyone realized what had happened, he walked toward Freyja and placed a letter in her hand. Freyja froze. “Remember to read it.” Normal took two steps back, then winked at her and left. The pink envelope looked familiar.

“The waiting. The not knowing.” Ray nodded. “It’s the hardest part of all.” “Do you think we’ll ever be… normal again?” He didn’t answer right away. Then: “I don’t know if we were ever normal to begin with.” I chuckled. “That’s probably true.” “But I do think we can find something better than normal.” “Like what?” He looked at me, and this time, the emotion in his gaze was almost too much to bear. “Like peace. Like freedom.”

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?

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.

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.”

Damon retorted. "How funny," Norman chuckled, looking suddenly serious. "She wanted only me." He stopped laughing, his tone turning harsh. "This duel, I plan to win. And when I do, this kingdom and this fine lady will be mine." "Even if you win, you dare not touch her," Damon warned. "Why is that? You'll be dead; you won't know what's happening," Norman argued. Damon chuckled. "You're such a fool, Norman. You still think I'm that weak little boy?" Ava couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"Yeah. It'll be like that for a couple of days." "Is Riya okay?" I look up at him. "Safe and sound." His fingers comb my hair, and it makes me both drowsy and happy. "Norman's a real piece of work. I didn't know he was that obsessed with you." "If he's alive, then––" "He lost an arm," Adam tells me. "There's no coming back from that. Either he's dead or the vampires will kill him. I doubt the vampires have any more use for him now. They don’t associate with those they consider weak."