The New Normal Book Novels & Stories

**Isa The clock read 8:00 AM. Just as the sun was really starting to come up. I blinked my eyes and turned onto my side to curl into a ball under my fluffy comforter. Soaking up the warmth, I laid there and tried to keep reality at bay for a little bit longer. Despite my mind swirling around like crazy the night before with thoughts about Callan, the mysterious email, and Catherine, I had slept well. It was a deep, long, dreamless sleep. Just what I'd needed.

THE CRAZY NEWBIE CHAPTER 1 ★★★★★ NEW YORK≈9AM RESIDENCE OF THE BLANCOS‘ Adelia came out of the kitchen with a bowl of fries sitting on her hands, she's munching on it as she walked to the dinning room. Dropping it on the table, she noticed a backpack on the couch in the living room. "Wait...she has class by 10, she's still at home?" She asked herself, walking to the living room.

I quickly brought out my phone taking the guy's contact. ~ Right now we were arranging our things in our new house. I got a call from Xavier asking if I was there yet. It felt weird. If you had told me about this some time ago, I wouldn't have believed it. He was calling me every hour, doesn't he get tired, not that I wasn't happy about him calling me... I blush. "Mommy, I saw a man outside." This took Layla's attention, who would be here at this time, it was pretty late.

I need the sleep more than anything because in the upcoming days I won’t get much of it. We landed in Boston and checked into a hotel since we haven’t bought a house yet but now more than ever, I’m scared as the fight is about to begin between me and that vile human being but I know they will be a lot of casualties in wars but I have to minimize them on my side as soon as possible. I have three beautiful babies that I have to go back to when this is all done.

I gulped down the pile in my throat. “Honestly, I feel normal. I thought I would feel scared or maybe angry? I thought I would feel restless but Instead I feel okay just like I do everyday.” I stopped, glancing at him to see him deep in thought. His chin gut out slightly, eyes dimmed, eyebrows furrowed with lines appearing on his forehead. “How does your 'normal’ feel?” He asked. I opened my mouth to speak but shut it again, this time taking my time to understand what he meant. How does my normal feel? Regret, Calculative, insomnia, pathetic.

Liam said while saying his goodbye to Lex. Lex nod and stared at Liam while he was waving his hand in the air and turning around smiling at him. He smiled back and after that Liam's walk away. Lex was left standing all alone and has a deep thoughts over himself. "For now I gotta' agree with you because I don't like to have a new Alpha male either to lead us." Lex exclaimed while grinning. Liam left Lex thinking he was really agreed to made peace with his other brothers too but he never thought that it was the way around.

Michelle laughed harder than she had in days. She picked up a book and handed it to him. “This one suits you.” Raymond raised an eyebrow at the title: How to Stop Being a Workaholic in Five Easy Steps. He shot her a look. “Hilarious.” “I thought so.” As they settled into a corner of the café, Michelle sipped her coffee, feeling surprisingly… content. “You know,” she mused, “this is probably the most *normal* thing I’ve done in a long time.”

A car door slammed outside in the parking lot and my body flinched before my brain said That’s just life. When my phone buzzed again, it was a different name. Todd: On my way. Want anything from the deli? Me: No onions Todd: You got it I let out a laugh that shook loose something tight in my chest. The effects of normalcy are underappreciated as medicine.

That other women had been inside it and had left and had found themselves still themselves on the other side of the leaving. Grace moved to the next letter. This one was in English, handwritten, from a woman in a city she did not name. It described one year. The first year, which she called the year of not knowing what normal felt like, because normal had been redefined so gradually over so many years that she had lost the original and had to find it again by experiment. She described what the experiments were. She described what they produced. She described the morning she had woken up and made coffee and sat at a window she had chosen and thought: this is mine. The window, the coffee, the

Normalcy. Normalcy, however, had become a strange thing. It wasn’t so much peace as it was the absence of storms. But even in that absence, I could feel the air pressing heavy on my lungs. I told myself it was my imagination, but somewhere deep down I knew that peace never lasted long in my world.