Dr Genus Mga Nobela at Kwento

Swift, Dylan's right hand and Black Estates' Assistant Manager. *****

Dylan questioned her. Giselle was taken aback, “M-My father?” she asked anxiously. Fear nipped her spine. “Don’t act,” Hunter sneered and poked her forehead with his gun hard drawing out a whimper from her mouth, “You’re Detective Storm’s daughter, aren’t you? Why is your father helping him?” “Because he wants to get his hands on the Mafia, duh.” Giselle snapped. His question was so stupid that she couldn’t help but rolled her eyes.

The hole closed up instantly. “No, I got you,” Kiran said and looked at me. “What the hell are you guys doing?” Carl asked as he stepped into the garden as well. “Kiran’s shooting Levi,” Malachi answered him. “Ah, the no pain thing. Give me the gun,” Carl said. Kiran handed the gun to Carl and he aimed it at my stomach. “Give it your best shot,” I said. Carl smiled as he pulled the trigger. Again the same thing happened. My body rejected the bullet and the hole healed instantly.

Ares protest "Yes, you both are." "Enough! Please!" I holler, soothing my chest "...can we just let Dad do what he wants to do on him?" I say "Yeah, sorry." They both mutter Dad walks into the room, carrying a strange metal. Woah, when did he even leave? "I'll be needing a strand of your hair, Adonis." Dad says, dropping the metal on a table "What is this called?" I ask, pointing to the metal "I call this GT; gene testing. Something that the humans know to be DNA." Dad answers

Persephone sighed, leaning her elbows on the workstation, chin in her hands as she read over the six profiles. “Riordan McNamara, Finnian Ó Corraidhín, Fion Tracey, Justin Gardner, Sebastian Crane, and Rohan Rock. Three born from Aurelia’s birth pack and three native Bloodmoon members.” I nodded as I looked at the profiles, weighing what they said against what I could remember personally.

They could see Genesis Cores of different grades floating in the sky. The lowest grade was the first-grade Yuraeceon Rank Genesis Cores, whereas the finest grade Genesis Cores were of the ninth-grade Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. “Woah! We’ve hit the jackpot this time!” Quattro shouted excitedly, “Quick, Dragon General! Kill her, and we can have all these!” “What are you talking about?” Xzavion gave him a knock on the head. “You can’t do such an unscrupulous thing!”

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it