Envy Prodigy X Novels & Stories

"I want my hair to look exactly like me or exactly like you..." Emily's respiration and rate were both racings, and her heartbeat was particularly rapid. Her hands were clammy, and she found that she was unable to control them any longer. She gives the impression that she is completely overcome with feelings, but really, she is quite satisfied with the fact that the alpha is gradually realizing her value as a slave breeder.

Enzi shot me a panty-melting grin, and I nearly lost my breath. "That's your brother." Again, it's a statement. Xavier is either Enzi's brother or his clone. "Yep. You'll like him. He's fun, and he's sweet. He's my co-beta with Jayvon now. Why are you staring at me?" "Oh sorry, it's just you're smiling. You never really did that before. It's like you're a totally different person. I mean, you look the same. You smell the same — better, actually," I subconsciously inhale his delicious scent deeply, and Enzi throws his head back and laughs. "I guess I'm just trying to figure out if you've been body snatched or something,"

Roxy asked, disappointment flashing across her face. Eunice looked at her with complicated emotions before finally saying, "If you don't have talent, what does that make me?" She never could have imagined that her best friend was a cultivation genius; not just any genius, but a rare one-in-a-million talent! Retaining 50% of the spiritual energy absorbed already made someone an elite prodigy. Yet, Roxy could actually retain 90%. That could only be described as monstrous. "Roxy, if you had started cultivating as a child, you'd already be standing at the top of the world by now. What a waste!" Eunice said with a sigh.

Phineas gripped his fork so hard the tines bit into his palm. "Lavender," Xavier whispered, his breath a hot, moist intrusion. "Citrus. Standard Omega profile. But there’s something else, isn't there? A third, milky note. Heavy. Sweet." Phineas’s heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. "You’re carrying, aren't you, Little Heir?" Xavier’s voice was a low vibration, meant only for Phineas’s marrow. "The Vane pup is already nesting."

Then, louder, I said: “Nope. No, that’s not me.” “But you look just like her – oh, you’re trying to trick me! Very funny. But you can’t fool me. It is you. Can you show me your magic powers?” I scoffed. “I don’t have magic powers. It’s a lie.” “But there’s a prophecy. We’ve been searching for you for ages. Like, literally forever.” She dragged out the vowel sounds and rolled her eyes. “After Alpha Enzo killed Samael–” “Wait. He did what?”

At the VIP seats, Xin Yue touched Gong Ling'er's arm and said with an ambiguous smile, "You can do it! Where did you find such a powerful boyfriend? I'm so envious." Gong Ling’er smiled and said, "I envy you, I envy you. You should die of envy! Our Yang Xiao is so powerful. He's not simple, is he?" "He's much more powerful than your idol, Shen Zhenyuan. He can even beat his Master." Xin Yue curled his lips and said, "Are you so sure that he can defeat Han Zaixu? It's not over yet." She was picky. "Is there a need to ask? Yang Xiao is the best!" Gong Ling'er refused.

“You’re not bad yourself. The youngest legend in the League… Lotus the Prodigy.” ***

Her expression was bitter as she said, “Mister is my piano teacher now, and my mommy paid him the money upfront. All of you have no way to make your own money and now you’re jealous of my teacher here who’s able to earn more and quicker than the lot of you. The way I see it, my teacher is not the one who’s sick. All of you have the green disease—the green-with-envy disease. All of you should visit the hospital and see a doctor.” “Green-with-envy disease? What kind of disease is that?” asked Tommy. The fishermen rolled their eyes at Tommy. “She’s saying that we’re jealous of Ben.” Stan was brutish by nature, so he could not care less who Baby Zetty was. He roared at her, yelling, “Hmph, he’s

“Tell me, Lyra, does he whisper promises in your ear the same way he whispers threats to me?” The ache in my chest tightened. Before I could even form a reply, Xavier’s voice filled the space, low, calm, and lethal. “Careful, brother,” he said, and I didn't miss the emphasis he laid on the word ‘brother’. “Your words are starting to sound a lot like envy.” “Envy? Of what?” Xander looked up sharply, jaw clenched. “Of the man who traded his soul for power?” “No,” Xavier said, his tone almost soft. “Of the man who won the only thing you couldn’t keep.”

I felt a strange flow of energy passing through my body, especially through my hands. I didn’t need to look down to know what that was. I knew sparks were shooting from my hands. I clenched my glove tightly to prevent any more harm. Whenever I hurt myself or mostly after my outburst, I always had a hard time controlling my powers. “He’s a recruit, one of the best ring fighters as you asked, Xavier.” Kyle butted in. A fighter. I nodded before walking past him to my office. They followed behind. I sat down on my spot on Evan’s black and red leather chair behind an enormous black glass desk. Which was mine now, along with his title.