The New Normal Book Novels & Stories

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Crazy Normal. My Crazy Normal was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Kayley speaks, the format will be as this: Kayley ~ “Mike, what an awesome surprise. Where have you been?”)

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

“I’m happy for all of us. Look at this. A year ago we were fighting threats. Now we’re just. Living.” “Boring normal life.” “Exactly. And it’s perfect.” Life settled into routine. School runs. Diaper changes. Work. Writing. Counseling. Normal family chaos. One evening, five years after Penking’s release from prison, they sat on the couch after the kids were finally asleep. “Do you remember,” Amelia said. “When I was counting ways to kill you?” “Every day. It’s what the book’s named after.” “I’ve been thinking. About way ten. The final way.”

Then the slogan written by Liana is, "It's just a boss and secretary relationship. Nothing more than a special secretary!" Nova chuckled saw the slogan. It turns out that Liana hates himself and Liana thinks of Nova as her boss. Nova looked back at the book entitled, "Reasons To Stay Alive," muttered Nova reading the book title. "The true story of fighting depression and making peace with yourself by Matt Haig, an anxiety sufferer," muttered Nova as if he could not believe the book was in Liana's house. "Do you know what's in that book? You are even lazy to read books," sneered Liana, who had just come from the kitchen.

You started work. I leaned against the railing. How do you know that? I know where you are. Of course he did. That’s not comforting. It’s not meant to be. I rolled my eyes. It’s normal here. Try not to ruin it. There was a pause. Then: Define normal. I glanced back through the glass doors at the office. People talking, someone laughing, coffee machines humming. It felt… ordinary. This. People doing their jobs and going home. A longer pause this time.

Hello 🤗 I'm truly sorry for the recent inconsistency. I've been experiencing significant creative burnout and fatigue lately, which has made it challenging to update. I'm working on getting my creative energy back, and I appreciate your patience. This book will be completed soon, so please know it won't be abandoned. Thank you for your understanding! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Then we live. We cook, we laugh, we take Noah to school without worrying about cameras in the bushes. We build something normal.” Her throat tightened. “Do you really think normal is possible for us?” He smiled faintly. “Normal is whatever we make of it. If that means you, me, and Noah in a kitchen, flour everywhere, then yes. That’s our normal.” Tears pricked her eyes. She let him kiss her, slow and certain, a seal on everything they were fighting. As dawn broke again, Amara woke to the sound of her phone buzzing. A dozen messages from Clara, Matteo, even Dr. Khaled.

Normal family chaos interrupts a profound moment. "I am going to write a book," Four announced to the kids. "About what?" Monte asked. "About how I went from being a scared kid to a criminal to your dad. About how people can change if they want to badly enough." Sophia considered this seriously. "Will it have pictures?" "Probably not, princess." "Then it sounds boring."

It felt strange, how something so small could pull at me like that. We kept walking. Somewhere near the corner shelf, I stopped again — a thin book caught my eye. The First Year: A Guide for New Parents. I reached for it, running my thumb along the spine. Pages soft, edges new. I flipped through — pictures of fathers holding babies, smiling mothers, small notes on feeding and sleep routines. For the first time that day, something in my chest loosened. “You know,” the storekeeper said, glancing at the book, “most fathers come back for that one. They say it helps.”

Edward collapsed on the spot in rage, and after that, there was no stopping her. One year later, my short-video platform had cleared the 100-million-user mark, so I rode the wave and rolled out livestream shopping. Capital rushed in the second they saw the potential, everyone scrambling for a slice. The factories and agricultural lines I worked with started booming on live streams. Even tourism changed as short videos took off. People stopped packing into big cities and started chasing trips out in nature instead. Around then, the vacation real estate project Jerome and Rosalie were running together blew up in their faces.