Gênio Romane & Geschichten

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

Enrico lost the excitement in his eyes and laughed. "So many? Uncle is truly a genius!" Enrico was feeling even more arrogant. It was difficult to come across natural geniuses, but through his method, he managed to gift the Roberts family with about twenty geniuses, which was crucial for any sick plan the Roberts family might be plotting.

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I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

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."

Ergh, I spat the dry powder onto the floor – gleaming crimson – what the fuck? I glanced up at him, he stood there leering at me, as if waiting for me to realise something. He’s a lunatic. I reached up to wipe the powder from my face. At least I tried to. My arm refused to move. My body refused to respond to my brain signals. Fuck. “Not so disparaging now are you Lille Konge?” He sneered My eyes flicked to him. Contemptuous bastard. "Jequirity bean.”

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.

His expressions morphed as if he was reading something interesting. The article was all about Geno-Scripts and their mechanics. However, It was not the complexity of details that hooked him, but the simplicity of explanations. The article was much so simple even a 4-years-old could read, but it slipped in some extremely insightful information in an extremely humorous and clever manner. In fact, if not given proper thought, people might even dismiss the article written by some child, but Creed knew it wasn't. It seemed like someone who had some great insights about them wrote it.

Did he just correct me about the 'tarmac' thingy? Nailing na lang ako. Prince Liam's IQ is 150 making him an almost genius kaya 'di nakakapagtaka na he's a logophile. The man is more alert and excited with synonyms, antonyms, and homonyms like he's the offspring of Merriam Webster and Oxford. I even heard his cousin say that a unique word or puzzle will give him a boner than a drop-dead gorgeous woman.

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