Big Brain Time Novels & Stories

It is all about the rhythm. "You're becoming a fine A****n, my fiery little hellcat," Braxius teases me when I can fend off his attack and un-sword him like he's shown me. I shrug and smile at his compliment. It has been easier to talk with him these days, and he's really trying to get to know me. He's even asked around if anyone has seen or heard about my little sister Meena. I don't know what happened to my Irish twin after getting sucked through time on the fairy hill. I've been praying she has escaped my fate in being stuck in an ancient time and place!

Alex said, and burst out laughing like some psycho. Lorenzo grabbed his head, and hit it on the chair next to him. "I will make you regret being born, you idiot." Lorenzo dropped him to the ground, and marched to the exit. It didn't take long, he returned with one of the giant's. "Carry him, we're heading to the lawyer's house." "Boss, don't you think it's late? This is 3am." "I already spoke to him, it's not late, we have to quickly sell the company and leave here."

Emma scoffed. “Is that a problem strawberry shortcake?” Oliver asked. “Yes, it’s a big fucking problem Olly! We do cars not drugs.” Emma said, more respectfully. Oliver stood from his seat and walked across the long room, past Lucas and Emma. He tilted a painting to the side revealing a hidden holo-phone. After moving his hand along the holo-screen a few times, the ceiling began lowering. The table now held thousands of tightly wrapped plastic bricks of black tar. “Not anymore.” Oliver stated plainly. He walked back his seat.

We both knew I was the one who asked to mate with him in the first place. A moment later, I heard the professor’s voice from inside. “Remember those letters we wrote to our future selves back in college? Let’s open them up and see how our dreams have held up.” The group buzzed with excitement as the professor brought out a box, and everyone pulled a letter. Lucien’s hands landed on one, and he opened it. His expression shifted the moment he saw the handwriting. It was mine.

“Oops. So, why are you in the mood for? Something I can help you with?” “Nope. Not that I will ever ask for your help.” She rolled her eyes at him. “Try me.” “Just go. Seriously.” “Whatever! You are boring anyways.” He sauntered off and Aiden shook her head in disgust. Clara was staring into the gigantic swimming pool that joined the whole corners of the Smith's monstrous house. It was a large pool that could accommodate tons of people. She pulled the strain of her shoes, sat by the edge if the pool and let the coolness of the water wash up her feet.

Sofia added, “With YouTube videos and then checking where they got the information from.” Alex slowly nods, saying to her, “Let me explain, honey. The brain is just another muscle. It gets tired and needs warming up to start working fully. The time in which you can maintain maximum concentration is quite short if you do not train it. It is more ideal for studying lightly daily than strongly before tests and exams. Sofia crossed her hands and smiled at him, and she said, “So if you study daily video games and work?”

People started tagging me, demanding an explanation. I just laughed, opened up my private YouTube account, and revealed it to the public. There, I had 99 private study vlogs posted. Every video showed me studying until the early hours, notebooks covered in dense notes, even memorizing notes while I was showering or using the bathroom… I smiled at Tessa.

I should do this before Zed’s charm would entirely bewitch me. “192 Months, 5840 Days, 140160 hours, 8409600 minutes, 504576000 seconds.” “My goodness, it sounds like ages ago.” He looks at me without batting an eyelash, then says, “the average adult human brain can store the equivalent of 2.5 million gigabytes digital memory. So, use your brain. It’s a pity that you don’t. Don’t rely too much on calculators; it will make your brain shrink.”

“This is my house, you can’t barge in like this!” Brando swung the door open and met her determined stare, raising it with a measure of disappointment only their mother could produce. “Charlton’s through.” “Brando, I wasn’t trying to hurt him. But I’m glad he finally believes me.” “You’re throwing away your future for some… fling. You know that’s what it is, right? Mr. Bachelor of the year… bad-boy billionaire Chance Benson. Are you stupid? You know how he gets those names, right? By fucking around.”