The Extraordinary Life Of An Ordinary Man Novels & Stories

3rd Person's POV As the people who lost their jobs were crying, there was a man inside the expensive car who was smiling and overjoyed because he knew that little by little, he would be able to get Tanya. @TarynGrace

the man asked. "Penn." Penelope replied. "That is a very unusual name Penn." The man said as Penelope just nodded but didn't say anything again. "What are the things you have gone through that you think I didn't?" The man asked with a patronizing tone which made Penelope temper to flare up again.

This man was anything but ordinary. He should have a distinguished status.

She rapidly blinked, abruptly pulled back to reality as her eyes quickly darted back to his face. My god. What is this man doing to me? "Come, I will drive you to your workplace," He said right before pulling out a neat white handkerchief from the pocket of his vest, completely smearing it with the dark greasy substance as he wiped his fingers clean and left it over the side of her car.

My body is going to explode! --

" I had to remind myself that not all men were bad and that I should give both him and I a chance. In the end, that was the right thing to do. Carl was a wonderful person. Even after half a month of sharing a living space, not one thing he did made me uncomfortable. He was always dressed tidily in shared spaces, and he always prepared food and drinks that I loved for me. The video players were always filled with movies that I liked, and whenever there was a sold-out concert I wanted to see, he would somehow get me a ticket. "Carl, I can't repay you for all this." He just smiled and shook his head. "I never wanted you to.

She had been wrong. Ordinary was what extraordinary built, if it survived. If you got the crisis and the battle and the pyre and the integration and the ten years of work, and if you did not break under any of it, what you arrived at on the other side was a morning in a kitchen with coffee on the counter and a ten-year-old who had questions about chamber hydrology before breakfast. This was the destination. Not despite the ordinary. Because of it. The ordinary was the proof that the extraordinary had worked.

Just a woman who'd lived an extraordinary life and was learning to appreciate an ordinary one. And that was more than enough. It was everything.

Adrian. The name slid through her mind like a whispered rumor. The man who had evaded them across ruined towns and abandoned checkpoints, whose defiance had turned into a series of irritations she could no longer ignore. He was not extraordinary—she reminded herself of this often. He was a man who happened to survive too many times, who struck down her soldiers with the desperation of a cornered animal. Nothing more. And yet…

"People of outstanding talent have always been found all across Charmya. This land is full of formidable people, some living in the mountains, never stepping into society, yet their strength cannot be underestimated. I'll share one of my experiences with you. "30 years ago, when I was traveling across Charmya, I went to every single famous mountain we have. When I was at Mount Henley, I came across an old man. He was fairly short, barely five feet tall. He was also over 90 years old, but he moved with astonishing speed. "It was winter, and the snow fell heavily. Yet the old man wore only a thin robe."