Envy Prodigy X Novels & Stories

“I’m gonna take it all back from you, you feminist cunt.” Rob surged forward, but I caught his arm and held him back. I kept my voice low. “Who is that?” “It’s Enzo,” Rob muttered, jaw tight. “Somehow he thinks you leaked the information to the press.” My stomach dropped. Only Rob knew I had done that. How the hell did Enzo find out? Then it hit me. The confrontation in the bathroom. Enzo must have put two and two together. Enzo kept ranting, his face red and twisted with fury. “And you! Why are you protecting her from me? You should be on my side. So what if I hit my wife? She’s my wife. She’s my property. I treat my property how I fucking please.”

"How do you tell the subject from the prodigy." "The prodigy accelerates and stays human." She pulled the four benchmark lines onto the wall and stacked them. "A gifted fourteen-year-old climbs, then plateaus, then climbs again — they hit walls, get bored, fall in love, lose a term to something stupid. The line is alive. It wobbles." She traced the first profile. "This one wobbles. Dipped two quarters ago, recovered. That's a person." "And the subject?"

Its name is 'What if A prodigy got reincarnated as a prince'. Please add this to your library and vote if you like it.//

At this moment, Yikron was seated at the forefront in the main hall of the Southern Academy’s residence. Xainte, on the other hand, was seated on the seat below. She looked worried. Yikron glanced at Xainte with adoration in his expression. Xainte was the most terrifying prodigy in this era, if not the most terrifying prodigy since the birth of the Boundless Realm. Yikron was also a prodigy. A prodigy paired with another prodigy. A talented man and a beautiful woman. They were simply made for each other. “Ms. Xainte, I have a question on my mind.”

"Yeah. After all, the All-Era Prodigy Ranking is a ranking of all the prodigies who had entered the Starry Sky Battlespace since ancient times. I didn't expect Drake to even make it into the top one hundred!" Amidst the exclamations, another dozen lines of characters slowly appeared. Severin saw the names of Wenzel, Algernon, Raven, and others. [Wenzel Burke, celestial being bloodline holder, only thirty-two years old, level seven paragon, ranked 201st on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with a cluster of power of the galaxy!] [Tristram Farley, Chaotic Overlord Constitution, only thirty years old, level seven paragon, ranked 190th on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with…]

*****Henry****** “You must be Omega, but you are not weak; you have something that made people exploit you.” “Tell me then, what is it that made others exploit me?” I asked, feeling my heart sink with disappointment. Xavier paused, his gaze softening as he replied, “The blood that runs through your veins has the power to rejuvenate and heal others, like a medicine for their ailments.” He took my hand in his. “But unfortunately, that same power makes you vulnerable; every time someone exploits it, they weaken you little by little until you are left drained and helpless.” I felt a mix of anger and sadness wash over me, realizing the truth behind my constant struggles.

“You’re a thief.” He popped the potato into his mouth anyway. After chewing thoughtfully, he nodded. “Excellent.” Evelyn folded her arms triumphantly. “I taught her.” I pointed at myself. “I did at least twenty percent of the work.” “I’ll be generous,” Xavier said. “Twenty-five.” “Wow.” “I’m an optimist.” For a moment, it felt… Normal. Like we really were a family. Something flustered in my chest just thinking about it. I am starting to feel like I belong which is dangerous because what happens when the contract comes to an end?

Would it be a sin "If I can't help falling in love with you?" Peter was surprised when West sang along with him at the last line. West turned to him with a grin, eyeing Peter's flushed face. "I sing at the bathroom sometimes," comment West. Peter rolled his eyes at the taller man who's laughing at his reaction. West’s really easy-going, Peter thought. That’s what he observed. It seems like he has no problem at all except for the fact that he has insomnia. Other than that, West’s personality is contagious. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask." Peter turned to West, questioning. "Your guitar. There’s a word Sunny engraved on it. Is that a name of a person?"