Baby Genius Novels & Stories

He was no longer wearing a shirt, and his abs, which I was totally right about being well sculpted by the way, were on display, and I couldn't take my eyes off them. Was it legal to have such a perfect body and face? He was probably tiny down there, or worse, he probably wasn't smart. But that was unlikely because we'd both had a conversation and if my brain is correct, he talked intelligently. So tiny down there it is or not. I noticed the large bulge in front of his trousers. "The only thing I want to drink now is you." He said, looking intently at me. His pupils looked dilated. Oh.

“In that case, please don’t hang up, Madam. Let me accompany Noah to sleep from here.” The caregiver then adjusted the camera, directing it toward Noah’s face, which had begun to relax. “Hey, boy, what song does Mommy need to sing for you?” Elizabeth asked as if she were right beside the baby’s crib. Noah responded with the soft babbling of an infant. “Oh… do you want the cicak-cicak di dinding song?” Elizabeth said, as if she truly understood his baby language. Noah smiled in response.

Alice A WEEK LATER As I gazed lovingly at my baby, I couldn't help but smile. She was so peaceful, breastfeeding and moving softly in my arms. I saw Xavier's features in her tiny face, and my heart swelled with love. Just then, the door opened, and Xavier's parents walked in, beaming with smiles. "Oh my goodness!" Xavier's mother exclaimed, rushing towards me. "Look at her! She looks just like Xavier!" I smiled warmly, feeling a pang of sadness. "Yes, she does."

Which made me hard all over again and gave me an idea. Baby-Girl unless we are playing sexy games you will act and talk like an innocent little girl with me and Barbie, but during sexy times you will turn into a super horny slut. Do you understand me? "Yes Daddy, is it time for sexy games?"

Then, on a hunch, he attempted his mother's birthday. The file opened and the screen flickered. Cold, clinical, a thorough study of the Kensington family's financial activities, a list of assets and holdings, the paper's contents were One aspect, however, drew his notice: his own birth. The day. The frigid, distant tongue. "Theodore Kensington," the paper started, "born under dubious conditions. Unfortunate time for family growth. Mother not helpful. No plans right away for a joyous announcement. The kid is a pawn. Nothing else.

He wasn't going to make it easy for him just because he was begging cutely like this! "Smart young man. So you understand what I'm saying, but you're still acting naughty, huh?” Liam asked sharply. “Hic… awoo, wooo…” Liam chuckled. "Look at you, you can talk even though you're only a week old?" In contrast to his younger sister who was very quiet and calm, like a normal baby, this son of his was very vocal, so his emotional intelligence was more visible than his younger sister. Many Alpha Babies grow very fast, not only in their physical capabilities but also in their intellectual intelligence.

Before Eliana could say anything, the front door opened like a sitcom stunt and in walked Saben—her big brother, thirty going on anarchy. "Behold!" he exclaimed, lifting a huge tote bag over his head as if he'd just come back from a survival expedition. "Welcome to the Baby Accessory Extravaganza!" He went on to empty the contents onto the table with the drama of a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat. Out fell a neon-green baby fedora with Born to Be Wild embroidered in glitter yarn, an itty-bitty onesie covered in gold chains and the text Tito's Protégé, and what looked like plastic baby dumbbells.

Elias’s initial investment had helped, but the true growth came from Vivian’s design brilliance and Elias’s surprising skill at managing inventory and securing fair long-term contracts—a role he fulfilled from a small, glass-walled office added tastefully onto the back of the nursery. The cottage itself was now a perfect blend of their two worlds. Elias's influence was evident in the impeccably organized pantry and the new, professional-grade tools in the shed. Vivian's spirit filled every room, from the overflowing bookshelves to the framed, antique nautical maps that now adorned the walls of the living room, a gift to Leo from his father. Leo, now eleven, burst through the front door, his

Cage up in the rusty old lab is not a good thing for an 18 years old young girl. "Mom...look that's the beauty genius!" A little boy exclaimed to his mother in a joyful voice admiring the well-known girl. The mother pulls her son's hand and drags him with her. The middle-aged woman shakes her head in sign to not provoke me...the said 'genius'... I am not surprised by that, I do have quite a bad reputation in the base. True...I am a genius and an expert in many different ways, but I am also a mischief little brat.