We're Just Normal Men Novels & Stories

“I like that.” ********* That evening, we stayed in the living room, curled under a blanket with Hope sleeping between us. The TV was on, but we weren’t really watching it. Carson had his arm around me, and I leaned my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Do you think things will ever be normal?” I asked quietly. He was quiet for a while. “I think normal is what we make it,” he said. “We may not get the same kind of normal as everyone else, but we can have our own version.”

"Just being us. No Alpha duties. No life or death decisions. Just breakfast." "We should do it more often." He reaches across the table. Takes my hand. "Make time for this. For normal. For being Adrian and Freya instead of Alpha and almost-Luna." "I'd like that." I squeeze his hand. "Though I'm pretty sure normal isn't in our future. Not with everything going on." "Then we steal moments like this. Make our own normal." He brings my hand to his lips. Kisses my knuckles. "Whatever it takes to keep us sane. Keep us human."

By the end of the meal, I’ve tasted everything on the table. “You know,” I say, leaning back in my chair, “this is the most normal I’ve felt in weeks.” “Normal is good,” Malachi says. “Normal is underrated,” Jaxon adds. “Normal might not last,” Ronan points out with a tired smile. “But we can enjoy it while it’s here.” Ever the optimist. “The board meeting is in four days,” I say. “We’re not talking about that right now,” Jaxon shushes me as he shakes his head

This is not normal, I am no fool and there is nothing in life that does not come at a cost. All the men stop at once and seem to back up a bit. One looking down almost hurt and I am even more confused. “We have no intention of hurting you miss”, middle guy says. “We are only concerned and trying to ease your discomfort”. He concluded. “Why?” The men all look to one another and middle guy smiles at me. “You are not one of us, yet you push yourself to your limit to try and save him. To us it is an act beyond measure.”

"We're three people who want each other. Seems pretty straightforward to me." "Nothing about this is straightforward," Luke said. "Only because you're making it complicated." Luke's jaw clenched. "I'm being realistic, Finn. We can't just—we can't pretend this is normal." "Who says it has to be normal?" I asked. Both of them looked at me. "Normal is overrated," I continued. "Normal is settling. Normal is denying what you want because other people might have opinions about it." I met Luke's eyes. "Is that really how you want to live?"

The experiment team was made up of all men, and they spoke without restraint. "Did I hear that correctly? Did he just say virility soup?" "Yeah, he did. I heard that too." "Wow. I thought I was the only one who needed that. It turns out that Mr. Kane is just another middle-aged man like us." "With how many hours we work overtime every day, I'd have a hard time getting it up even if Megan Fox is standing in front of me."

Completely. Soon. Just, just a few more weeks. And then, then we'd be normal. As normal as we'd ever been. As normal as, as we'd ever be. Soon. So soon. Finally.

We could at least act normal with each other. Clearly, I was wrong.

She mustn't make any mistakes, not even a little tiny one. "A little someone has failed to chip in a close reminder to our external staff," he began to say, slowly and gently, like he'd been forced to repeat himself over again, and he'd grown bored. "And now we might not be getting enough of them on the special day. There's a wedding coming up in a week's time, and we mustn't mess things up."