The New Normal Book Novels & Stories

“We should do something today.” His eyebrow lifts instantly. “Somethin’?” “Normal.” That word still feels strange between us. Normal. Like it’s something we can actually reach for now. Cillian studies me carefully for a second. Then softer, “What does normal look like to ye?” The question catches me off guard. Because honestly? I don’t fully know anymore. My life used to be a small apartment, three jobs, exhaustion and survival And now? Now I wake up in a penthouse beside an Irish mafia king while carrying his baby. Life got weird very fast. “I don’t know,” I admit quietly. “Maybe planning things.”

Chapter 134 – A Breath of Normalcy The scorched skyline of the city stood as a reminder of the chaos that had just unfolded. Days had slipped into weeks since the city had faced its depths, but now the air had a different scent—a fragile sense of normalcy. Avi and Kevin had been through the wringer, grappling with loss and uncertainty, and yet here they had managed to carve out a slice of solace, one fleeting evening at a time.

Candlelight flickered across its cover as I sat in front of it, staring. I’d seen cursed relics before. I’d handled ancient grimoires in the royal archives. But nothing had ever felt quite this… familiar. It was hard to describe. Like hearing an old song you forgot you loved. A knock came at my door just as I was about to open the book again. Norma. Of course. She barged in with a tray of warm tea and fresh pastries, nose scrunched like she’d just walked into a storm. “Miss Abby, you’ve been cooped up in here too long. What are you—”

I admitted. "You will, I promise. So, chips?" he said, opening the bag and putting one in my mouth. I smiled, feeling grateful. "Thank you." "It's my pleasure," he said with a smile. I realized that I didn't have a choice but to accept the fact that things were not normal again, at least I get to have my chips.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Janice trailed off. “How's the interview process going? I heard you had some hot-shot writer asking you all sorts of questions,” Norma paused, looking hesitant for a second, “That is if I'm allowed to ask and you want to talk about it?” “It's going pretty good. It just brought some dreadful memories, and I need some zoom and pew pew to distract myself.” Norma laughed, “Well, I got you some Philip Francis Nowlan and a couple of books by E.E. Smith, I hope that helps.” Norma pulled the books from the rickety shelf behind her and placed them on the desk.

I'm hot. I have never seen him being the bad boy that everyone talks about at school. I have always heard such things about him. But sometimes, a look into his level brown eyes that was almost frightening made me feel a weird kind of feeling. As if there was something underneath that quiet guy exterior - something primitive and deadly that could do a lot of damage if aroused. So, I know for sure that I should not mess with him. Back then, I did not know that I would be messing with him in the future. I'm so not ready to face my new neighbour.

Thinking about my first day of work, I munched on the rest of last night’s pizza. I can't wait to see Vi tomorrow and fill her in on everything. Maybe she'll accompany me to check out my new apartment. I brushed my teeth and dozed off with the thoughts of my new apartment and new life. I hope it's nicer than Mrs. Bell's apartment, I can't move from one shit hole to another.. muñeca - doll. No puedo lidiar con esto - I can't deal with this.

“I can do this. It’s fine. A power boost to help make everything right. It’s okay.” Quickly, she reached out and grabbed hold of the ancient book. Nora clutched it to her chest and smiled. She turned to look at Winter and Roman. “I did it!” she exclaimed. “I totally did it!” “Awesome!” Winter said, smiling. “But wait. Somethings not right.” “What do you mean?” Nora asked. “The book isn’t glowing. Normally, when someone from the family touches it, the book glows.” Nora raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it’s broken?”

--- Not revisiting old wounds. --- --- Just existing in the same space. --- --- Talking about small things. --- Her work. His schedule. Random thoughts that didn’t carry emotional weight. --- --- And somehow— --- That felt bigger than any deep conversation they had ever had. --- --- Because this— --- This was what they never had before. --- --- Normal. --- --- And normal— --- Normal was stable. --- --- When he finally stood to leave— --- There was no hesitation. --- No awkwardness. --- ---