Bart The Genius Mga Nobela at Kwento

Deep down, I thought to myself, "Your dad is no saint either. I, too, am capable of doing the same things as him." The sensations coming through my palms continued stimulating my brain. It felt like a fire was crawling through my veins, rendering me restless. More than that, the burning desire within me was like an erupting volcano about to tear me apart from the inside out, tempting me to take it another step further. Just as I was about to reach my breaking point, Jerry got to his feet all of a sudden. He had his arm over Maya's shoulders to support her as they headed toward the washroom.

It's more like I'm something extraordinary, rare, an exception. I don't like that. "Scarlett Davis, isn't it?" A middle-aged man stops in front of me, also stretching out his hand to greet me. I recognize him, he is very important to the branch. His IQ is said to be 146 - he is a true genius, not someone like me. "Congratulations, you're amazing... I've never seen anyone solve problems so quickly... let alone so many in a row." "Oh, imagine..." I say, suddenly bashful, looking away as I feel him rub his thumb over my hand lightly. This simple contact causes me sudden discomfort.

He quickly returned her embrace as though it were natural to linger in the arms of a woman he didn't know. Bart. He didn't look like a Bart. As the introductions took place and Ernie quickly joined us, I wondered if Bart was a family name-maybe he was Bartholomew the Fourth. Not knowing his last name gave him far too much grandeur in my mind-he wasn't a king, but with Portia at his side, he resembled royalty. The only other Bart I knew was of the Simpson variety, and that didn't do, either-no sense in ruining a long-running, animated sitcom.

"No, that's my brother Lucifer's job. I'm not evil, but I'm not a saint either. I'm on the middle road, sometimes good and sometimes bad. It is my responsibility to walk the razor's edge and keep both sides in check." He turned to the voluptuous Barbie, taking her in his arms and kissing her. "Barbie, you are the goddess of wisdom. Don't expect numbers and money to be the only factors in your future. You will always be one of the smartest people in any room. You are already, which isn't really fair to all the other women. Because you are also one of the hottest and always will be." She kissed him back with passion. "And you are one of the most charming, but your flattery won't fool me. You'r

Half an hour later, Barry received a message from the private investigator. He was sitting in his spacious, brightly lit office, decorated in a light golden color scheme. Everything glittered with gilded luxury. As he stared at the photo of an exquisitely beautiful woman, with an air of arrogance and grace like a painting, standing beside Brad, the two looked incredibly well-matched. His expression darkened like an overcast evening sky. "Well, Benjamin, you really are lucky. No matter how many times someone tries to kill you, you manage to survive. Everyone calls you a once-in-a-generation genius… and maybe they’re right.”

They both sat in silence as they licked their cones. "Daddy, today in class, we wrote a quick test" she broke the silence. "What was it about?" "Arithmetic" "Did you do it well?" Baron asked studying his daughter's pretty face. "I got nine questions right out of ten. It's weird" she opened her drawer and began to search for something. Baron guessed it was the suicide note. He was thinking of a way to start a conversation about it. "Why's it weird?" "Because I'm a genius. But I still couldn't get number six right no matter how hard I tried. Do you know why?" She said still searching under her books for something.

Bart didn't know if his birthday was a good enough reason to bring her home right before midterms. Relief washed over Bart as his mother approached with a friend in tow. “Look who I found,” she said in greeting, shutting down Duke Arden’s potential deal. The nobleman Duke Arden and Bart were talking to, excused himself. “Ethan Maine.” Bart held out his hand, a ghost of a smile on his face. “Hey Barry,” Ethan grinned. He picked Bart up and crushed his arms around his ribs. Duke Arden scowled at his wife.

“Mr. Storm would like to meet the mother of the Genius Twins.” And just like that, the quiet life I’d built began to tremble, not from fear this time, but from possibility.

A week had gone by, Bart and Lola spent time submitting their resumes to different companies. Apart from being a musical genius, Bart was a business analysis and could also work as an IT guy, throughout his years in school; he spent time learning acquiring different skills so he knew how to do a lot of things. Two companies in need of an analyst had sent him response emails and he was to attend two interviews in one day.

Priceless masterpieces Bart had sourced from around the world lined the walls along the corridor. At the end of the corridor, two bodyguards stood guard outside a bulletproof door. Sean was only allowed to enter alone after being searched. Bart was only in his 30s or 40s but was already infamous in Southeast Aciana. He had a vendetta against Wayne—Bart's father used to be the kingpin of Southeast Aciana, but Wayne had killed him and destroyed everything.