Romans & histoires Gênio

“Or maybe because I have it, that’s why I know it’s meaningless.” I just gave a soft nod. “But sometimes, it’s the absence that gives things meaning,” I said, “death makes life meaningful. Sadness makes happiness meaningful.” Gerard smiled. “I forgot I was speaking to an art genius.” “I'm not all that.” The smile lingered on my lips. Gerard paused. “Do you think you can’t be a genius because you’re a Recessive?” My body went rigid. “ My IQ test came out, and I was 135. That’s not genius.” Something broke in his voice. “Even with the drugs I created, I had to work with other people. I couldn’t do it all on my own.”

“Stop doing that!” They giggled in unison and Zehra sighed in defeat. At sixth period Lucas sat next to Zehra in physics. The teacher was Mrs. Baren, a middle aged bony witch who seemed to draw pleasure from driving innocent students schizophrenic using the torturous method of Physics. “The constant K,” she boomed, “is one by four pi efselon zero.” Lucas passed Zehra a piece of paper. 'Is she even speaking English?' Zehra smiled and scribbled back.

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He took a deep breath and said, “There are three that I know of!” Three… Zayn’s eyebrow twitched beyond his control when he heard the number. He was under the assumption that there were only two at most and did not expect that there were three of them. He was not overpowered if that was the case. Joe paused for a moment and then said, “The three are King Erik from Eastclub, Bolt from Westclub, and Gautama from Northclub. They were already invincibilis fighters before the age of 30 and they can be described as the greatest geniuses who can’t be found anywhere else in the world! Eastclub’s King Erik is the most powerful one among them because he was in invincibilis state by the time he was 27

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Samuel We’re trying our best to restrain ourselves from acting on our instinticts and claiming her right here but she’s not helping any of us with that look upon her eyes. They were on fire but there was something else dancing on those gorgeous hazel eyes. Innocence. And that was driving us mad. Pandora

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.