Bloody Genius 소설 & 이야기

Someone mumbled, "Don't look into the cat's eyes." After undergoing all this, I wanted to end my life. It was getting complicated, and I had no more power to endure beyond. With closed eyes, I perceived strange energy. As if I was moving without actually moving. It was tricky to explain what that feeling was, after all. I turned my head around with my eyes slightly opened and found the same appearance. His eye shape was narrow, and the color was golden brown. His bloody red hair was somewhat wavy, and some of his hair was covering his left eye.

"By now you know how this world works. I know you are smart and won't do anything that will get you in a trouble..." Sarah nodded reluctantly and stepped out of the car. Her mind was again and again drifting towards the crime she just witnessed. How that handsome devil sliced that man's throat and how his blood splattered on the dirty ground. How his eyes were so cold like he didn't feel anything, like he is not a human. 'Well of course he isn't because no human can kill someone like that... Mr. William is right I should stay away from this matter. If he is really mafia then I am sure he has connections and cops can't do anything'

"Fuck y—" I pulled the trigger cutting him off and a loud pop was heard. There was a gasp of breath and then silence. Utter and complete silence. I stared at Robertson, his pitch black eyes open, but glazed over and lifeless. Empty. Hollow. Opened wide in his final death throes. He was limp against the wall. And in the middle of his forehead was a tiny hole where my bullet had gone. Thick blood ran down his face and my smile widened at the sight.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

One man dropped and another went down after Sergio’s return fire snapped through the hallway like thunder. Sergio looked back at her dubiously. "How come you are so comfortable with a gun and shooting people?" he asked her. Rosy shook her head uncertainly. "I don't understand it myself. My body is just responding to a command on its own." she replied and Sergio smirked. "Surely now you believe the De Luca's blood runs through your view now." "Doesn't prove anything." she muttered focusing on gaze on the men exchanging gunfire. Blood pooled across polished floors. Priceless artworks were torn to shreds. Smoke drifted toward the high ceilings like a prayer gone unanswered.

He looked even more unhinged than in my past life. Back then, the O'Neils had every reason to blame me for Sarah's death. I was the only one outside the operating room, and no one had heard the call I made to Wilfred. He could twist the narrative however he pleased, and I would be the scapegoat. But this time, Susan, Bernice, Henry, and Edna had all witnessed what he did. There was no way he could shift the blame. Now, he was nothing more than a trapped beast, lashing out in desperation. His own words failed to convince him, and it only pushed him deeper into madness.

And the dining hall erupted in laughter. "Oh my god. Callum. What do I do with youuu". Stephen was laughing and Callum facepalmed. He called for trouble himself. ************* They were in their office. Free from today's schedule. Saint had prepared different glasses of blood. Callum sniffed all. They all had a faint whiff of Stephen blood. They all were enjoying their drinks, looking for the reaction. Callum took each glass. One by one. He would sniff and then take a sip.. He would cut down the taste with water. Then another. Finally he picked one. He took one sip and another and another. His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips.

I had refused all interviews to avoid trouble, so most people only knew my surname—Summer—and that I was the Science Academy's mysterious young genius. Sabrina mocked me in every way she could, and Jared didn't lift a finger to stop her. Instead, he nodded. "Do as she says and wait outside. I'm about to meet Professor Summer and present my theory. If she sees my potential, I could be granted an exceptional spot at the Science Academy." I gave a faint, knowing smile. "Professor Summer?" Sabrina looked at me with utter disdain, clearly thinking I didn't know someone so famous. "Professor Summer is a genius in the research community! If she recognizes your abilities, you could skyrocket to the

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

Fatimah pulled out the dagger, relishing in the spray of blood that spurted after the dagger and spattered to the floor as he staggered back and hit the ground with a thud, his eyes fixed on her, the shock never quite dissipates. Fatimah got up, the bullets falling out as she started to heal. "That took more than a minute" she grinned as the fire started consuming him and his scream of agony filled the whole bathroom. "I am sorry Silver but Massimo won't be getting a Head today, and maybe next time, just do your job without talking too much or listening to dumb shit. Did I say I was sorry? Oops, slip of tongue," She smiled and watched as he disintegrated and crumbled to ashes.