Bart The Genius Novels & Stories

My sister, Ruby O'Brien—the family's formidable CEO—had just landed herself a top-tier celebrity boyfriend. Now the two of them were filming a reality show right in her house. All I wanted was to go home and collapse on the couch. Instead, I wound up as his living control group. While he worked out, I lay there. While he read books, I lay there. While he cooked gourmet meals, I still lay there. The internet wanted my head on a platter. [Poor Josh, stuck with a useless future brother-in-law!] [Someone drag that lazy bum off the screen. We just want to watch Josh and his girl fall in love!] [I heard he didn't even sit for the SATs. Total dropout, rotting away at home.] [That's our Jos

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.

with his clueless face Gerard started to massage his temples. “If a normal couple yes, but you are an Edelgard and on top of that the CEO of an International company that has plenty of subsidiaries all over the world.” Repeating the same thing from day one, he is like a rewinding tape to this man. “I just want to make Barret happy and let her experience normal things shared by a couple.” “And what are those normal things who thought of?” he is doubting the words of Denzell thinking ‘Did he ever think he is normal when he is a dragon king?’

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.

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.

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.

Keeping my voice light, I said, tapping his shoulder lightly before walking away from the group towards my car and the guard waiting for me in front of the college gates. “If only there were a way to get you out late…” Drake muttered to no one. I stopped and turned back to them. Chris, Jimmy, and I looked at Drake with admiration as if he’d shared a million-dollar business idea. Drake looked back at us, uncomfortable. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me with e-evil in your eyes?” I threw my arm around his shoulder and chuckled. “You’re a genius, man.” “Am I?” he asked, still not understanding what was going on.