5e Flash Of Genius の小説・ストーリー

“Me? I’m not that stupid. It was some fool who went mad with revenge—he stole the T5.” Briella’s hand clenched at her side. She spoke slowly, each word laced with ice. “So the T5… was yours?” ***

She expected a mercenary or an assassin. Instead, she found Leo standing over a shattered vase. He looked terrified. His hands were glowing with the same silver light as hers. “Faith,” Leo gasped, his voice trembling. I…. I think I just moved the vase without touching it. Faith. Why am I glowing?”. Faith stared at her friend. The truth hit her like a physical blow. The burst of light at the graduation hadn't just saved the students, it had acted as a signal, a “wake-up call” for every dormant Dud in the area.

What are they planning. "Huh! If you think that you can kick me out of this University, then a huge slap on your thick faces. Never dare to touch the girlfriend of the heir of this University" I flip my hair back and rolled my eyes. "Woah! The audacity!" Cuts by Dianna. "Of that's how you think then a massive punch on your face leech, I can't believe that a stupid girl like you were dubbed the Genius Queen. You don't deserve that title" I gets more suspicious and curioua about their plan. I tried to think bigger and expand it but I can't possibly get it.

"Then why not run away and live your life leisurely? Don't you also take your time making some eccentric devices to play with us Intels?" *clack* *clack* *clack* .. *click* *click* In the same room, Zen asked as he worked on a hologram screen projected from rings worn on both of his toes and played his favorite game on the Intel board on the table. What he was working on was nothing more than covering the media about the damage caused by the arrest of Fowler, who possessed the power of Lost Wisdom. "It’s not cute to screw a lady, you know?" *clack* *clack* *clack* .. *click* *click*

Vivo was smiling and I wondered what exactly was funny as I got to them. "Vivo is a computer genius", Claude informed, his eyes turning mischievous as he mumbled under his breath, " even though I wonder how he developed the gift when he obviously still lives in the thirteenth century". He shook his head, getting back to the point, "He can detect whatever's wrong with the flash or what's not wrong", he gestured with his hands, "anyway he'll figure out what's wrong with it". I nodded, as Vivo turned and faced me, pinning me with a pertinent and curious gaze.

Not ration substitute. Real. I turn slowly. “This is evil genius.” Aidan checks inventory remotely. “We still had sealed reserve grounds.” Ezra’s voice is flat. “It accessed appliance firmware.” I look at both of them. “You say these things like I should remain calm.” The scent reaches us stronger now. Warm. Rich. Perfectly timed for fatigue. My body betrays me by wanting it instantly. No one moves. The open doorway waits. The point glows faintly in the projection behind us.

He will go back to the year when he's still powerful. Celine was able to get back to her place after that unexpected encounter with Dr. Genius. She calls him that because of a magazine article from the past. Little does she know that his lack of manners compensated by being a genius. But he never allows pictures during his interviews. She never thought that he would look gorgeous in person.

Your son had stopped going after fool's gold when he had got a Diamond in his fate. End of Flashback~ Dylan: And I got my Diamond too. I smirked while reminiscing the past. Yes, I knew Eve before I met her in London. I was intrigued by her elegance and beauty so I had traced all the information about her. In London, when I saw her presentation in the meeting, I was shocked that this beauty was really a genius. Since then, my obsession grew more and more that I finally made up my mind to make her completely mine. 'Only Mine'

Without being earned. Her Mama and Aunt didn’t need brilliance. They needed a child. Eva — reborn from sterile genius to soft defiance — finally understood.

Blood mixed with rain. A black SUV came fast around the corner. No headlights. Celine’s face was in the window. She was laughing. She mouthed one word: _Jump._ I didn’t jump. I stood there. In the middle of the road. In his hoodie. Barefoot. Bleeding. Daring her. For one second, her smile fell. Then she hit the gas. The last thing I saw was her red nails on the steering wheel. The last thing I felt was pain.