Bloody Genius Novels & Stories

My childhood friend and I had built a company together for seven years, and my proprietary algorithm was what kept the entire business running. However, his new girlfriend started targeting me the moment she joined the company. "Why does some nobody in data deserve 80,000 dollars? All you do is plug things into templates and run a few programs. Your salary is cut to 2,000 dollars from now on. You'll only handle basic data processing. I'll take over the core model." My childhood friend said nothing, silently allowing his girlfriend to rip me a new one. When I noticed that, I didn't argue. I simply agreed to the pay cut. A week later, the company's regular clients saw their conversion rat

My sister, Cindy Gardner, and I are fraternal twins. She gets to be the elder sister because she comes out one minute before me, making me the younger brother. Luckily, there's little difference between us when it comes to intelligence. Throughout our school years, one of us always ranks first, and the other comes in second. But after three years of competing in high school, with me coming in second every time, I calmly agree to keep her secret about dating a delinquent named Rodney Sloan. Then the guaranteed-admission spots to Belton University, the country's top university, become available. Our homeroom teacher calls Cindy and me into her office. "There are two guaranteed-admission

Alex POV The fair was… for lack of better words loud. Louder than what I expected, everything was so fucking loud these days, my body has not felt like my own ever since I fought that mass of meat, I feel a buzzing under my skin like a thousand flies had laid eggs beneath my skin and they were ready to hatch. On some occasions the rare ones where I wasn’t driving I scratched the itch hard enough to draw blood, but instead of the flies, maggots and eggs I expect to fly out I was just met with a dark red and the sweet metallic scent of blood , the wound wouldn’t even

"Ok. Then I’ll keep blabbering. Paul always kept asking me, 'What is it? I’ll do anything for you.' He simply doesn't get it. Telling him won’t solve anything. Why couldn’t I have met him when I was a mortal human?" “Don’t you feel good with him now as you are? Was something missing?” “It was perfect.” I bury my face into the pillow. “So perfect that I even wondered if it was allowed for me to have it. But then, out of habit, my thoughts turned to me and what I am.” “Oh, Laura. Your stupidity level is higher when you drink blood. I never imagined you could be so stupid at your age.” “Hey!” Alisa chuckles. “I guess it’s true that one cannot love and be wise.”

"Huh? How did you know that?" "Instinct," he replied casually. #to be continued in Chapter 21.2 - Bloody Grail

ZOEY I am Alexei Pushkin. Those four words hung in the air like a revelation, shattering my already fragile grasp on reality. The chaos of the gunfight raged around us, the club's once-sultry atmosphere now transformed into a battlefield. But amidst the violence and danger, my mind struggled to process the unbelievable truth. "What the fuck? Did he just say he was Alexei Pushkin?" I muttered to myself, my voice trembling with disbelief. The enigmatic stranger who had captured my attention, the man I had been conversing with just moments ago, was none other than the infamous mob boss himself. It was a revelation that defied logic, a twist of fate that I could never have imagined.

Xavi asked, snapping me from my thoughts. I glanced at him and with my lips pursed, “Let’s go,” I murmured as I climbed into the carriage. It was not truly my business, and the last thing I wanted was to be entangled in this mess. The ride jolted with bumps, but suddenly something swirled into my nostrils, a sharp, metallic, unmistakable smell, like blood. My eyes darted over my body, yet I was not injured, so where was this coming from?

“Different good, I hope? I’ve been… uh… working on my, you know, vibe.” He leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Your ‘vibe.’” “Yes! You know. More approachable. Less… uh…” I gestured vaguely at my face. “Intimidating?” That earned me a very faint smirk—gone almost as soon as it appeared. “Hmm.” The sound he made was not comforting. Servants moved quietly around the hall, pouring deep red liquid into goblets. One set a glass in front of me, and I froze. Blood.

One knife + 48 stabbings = one bloody death. . . . 03894690286029 348560294862 = 49862 = 0495682430 = 5823409582340958240968246875968725698276 – 7 . . . Being a genius meant I carefully planned every execution. Chopped-up pieces of my math teacher were immediately relocated to the math storeroom. Storeroom filled with textbooks and math teacher remains + 1 liter of gasoline = manageable fire. Result: Evidence destroyed. One less number to count.

She ruined our family! “She is a thief,” Sarah spat, her voice venomous. A Dud who stole the light belonging to pure bloodlines. Silas walked forward, dropping a small, heavy glass vial onto the center of the table. Inside the vial, a dark, bubbling purple liquid hissed violently. It was a concentrated strain of the Nullifier poison, mixed with corporate chemical enhancers.