Novel & Cerita Bloody Genius

"Crushed is an understatement. He wouldn't just be licking his wounds. He'd go after Jean. Gilbert's the kind of guy who doesn't just get mad; he gets even." "You're saying he'd kill his own brother over this?" Alexa's voice was a mix of shock and skepticism. Dio nodded, his lips curling into a wry smile. "Kill, elliminate, murder, butcher, you name it. Remember, I am talking about the same scary smart boy who turned his high school buddies into a cold case. Gilbert's not just smart, actually; he's a genius... with a very dark side. He's been playing this deadly game since he was a teen, and the family? They just clean up his messes because he's their golden-first born-boy."

“Or maybe because I have it, that’s why I know it’s meaningless.” I just gave a soft nod. “But sometimes, it’s the absence that gives things meaning,” I said, “death makes life meaningful. Sadness makes happiness meaningful.” Gerard smiled. “I forgot I was speaking to an art genius.” “I'm not all that.” The smile lingered on my lips. Gerard paused. “Do you think you can’t be a genius because you’re a Recessive?” My body went rigid. “ My IQ test came out, and I was 135. That’s not genius.” Something broke in his voice. “Even with the drugs I created, I had to work with other people. I couldn’t do it all on my own.”

"Oh I see. Then watch how I destroy you and everything you love" " You.. wouldn't " I stammered. "Really" he laughed, "remember who I am-JG". " JG...you're the famous JG" I stuttered hardly believing my ears. "Flesh and Blood.So Freddie, do what's right or else this is going to turn out way more than you expected" he said as he turned and walked away leaving me stunned and confused as ever.

I had to watch Adam take my shine, and this isn't the first time he's doing it. I could remember when we were still in college and some group of girls began to bully me because I was in a relationship with the captain of the basketball team. Adam can be such an asshole even without realising it and he is.. " Hey! I need your help". I was seated all by myself on the bench outside the orphange home when he approached me.

I have to be going and coming because I knew Adam wouldn't like it. "No, I will return. Tell the enforcer's to join me at the greater gate." I told Kyle. "Alright, they will transport you to the place." He said, and I nodded. Before the Bloods took over, we usually ran around with our wolves and those of us that didn't have wolves walked. It was the bloods that brought cars and buses. Their engineers made them with science, and it was amazing to see something mechanical that ran on its own without magic. We were yet to know where they had gotten the knowledge from, but as good as it was, it made people lazy.

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.

"They're starting again." If only the universe had layered dimensions. Perhaps in another universe, Dormand Mallius Gavian continued his world-class boxing career. But the transformation messes with the controls. Dormand's tolerance level for blood is worrying. Once, Jay tried to create a controlled drug. Dormand forced the match far from expectations. As soon as his opponent's mouth tore a little, Dormand went crazy and sucked the poor guy out. Dormand is one of the immune vampires. Chemical drugs fail to manipulate the brain or suppress its desires.

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

And he didn't miss a chance to use his looks to his advantage by dating half the population of girls and fucking everyone of them before breaking up with each other. Not to mention, he was crazy intelligent too and used his chance to tutor girls which normally turned to make out sessions or hookups. He was the exact version of Dave, except he didn't have an influential background and he didn't bully innocent people into doing what they didn't want to. And that's one of the many reasons why I fell in love with Thomas. The only person who knows about this is my diary which is buried in a loose plank underneath my bed and I plan on taking this secret with me to the grave if I have to.

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.