Genio Novels & Stories

Eli came to her senses and praised, "Stella, you are so awesome. You could even remember such a thing." Stella looked at Eli and said softly, "Our brains couldn't be compared even to a few hundred computers. However, a normal person's brain is only developed from three to six percent. A so-called genius brain could only be developed from six to nine percent. As long as you continue to develop your potential and work hard, everyone will eventually become very powerful, unless you are born with a mental handicap. Therefore, as long as you work hard, you will be able to do it too."

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

He kicked her in the stomach, raining down cruel, venomous words. Of course, it was I who had anonymously sent that video to Matthew. Kelly's nephew had been the real culprit. In my past life, he had escaped all accountability. Wilfred had protected him, ensuring he faced no repercussions until my death. But this time, I wouldn't let him get away with it. "You said you wanted to kill the one who murdered Sarah, right? Look! This little bastard is the killer! Isn't he Kelly's nephew, Lucas Shapiro? Why don't you go and finish him off?"

Char answers looking down and then at me and Sophie asking for help but when I was about to speak up Sophie spoke first. “Well, this is not how I wanted to talk about this but I think I might have found my mate?...” Sophie said with a sheepish tone. “What? How? Who? Where?” My father asks her, confused. “Oh honey, that’s impossible, you’re just 15.” My mom tries to explain. “I know but I haven’t been able to avoid him. Every time I hear his voice talking to me I can’t hear anyone else, I can’t smell anyone else. Sometimes I think I’m going crazy if I spend too much time away from him.” She explains sheepishly once again.

I couldn't go back to where I escaped from three years ago. "Hmmmm...from a scale of 1-10, how would you rate him?" Violet's voice interrupted my reverie. "A five". Her face scrunched up in disbelief. Surely, I wasn't about to tell her he doesn't rate on the scale because he's a fucking 101. "Meh...I don't believe you. I'll just G****e him". At the mention of the search engine, something clicked in my brain. If only I had looked him up on G****e, I would've known he owned the damn company and all that went down today would have been prevented.

Jenni I looked around the room at my parents and Teddy. It is so strange knowing what I know and not being able to explain any of it correctly. I know that we have to look for the cold ones, and that these particular ones are to be regarded as foes. The question is how do we know which are the foes? Are they all bad? Is there a defining mark or characteristic that will show us who we are looking for? I have so many questions but I cannot come up with any answers.

I scream. Once that woman left I called my best hacker, tracker, and best friend Leo, also known as ghost around the family. He came in sensing my bad mood he got us both two glasses of scotch. Leo is only twenty-two but he's old for his age, life made him mature early. He joined the family a few years after me and even with the age gap between us, we became friends. He waited till I'm calm before asking me what's wrong.

They had no substance and barely seemed to share half a damn brain between them. He'd been expecting so much more from this. At least the excuse to have to knock the fuck outta the ex. But the guy was too fucking stupid to cross the right line. Jen, on the other hand, still seemed to have some fight left in her. But he knew where that shit was coming from. After tonight the other two will, too, since they seemed too thick to figure it out on their own.

I'll make them choke on it. The chilly light of computer displays made Theodore's studies shine. He leaned forward, his towering body hunched over the keyboard like a predator. His eyes sparkled with the keen silver that distinguished him as a Kensington. His thin fingers typed with steady accuracy, and each hit was planned. He had taken over his father's economic empire, but his understanding of code—learned in secret from Gabrielle, the family's former enemy—was his own weapon. He whispered to himself, "These kinds of encryptions always hide something worth bleeding for."