Ethel Cain Genius Novels & Stories

He could still feel the electricity of her. "Sir?" his assistant whispered, stepping out of the shadows. "Do we intercept the deed transfer? We can crush her in court." "No," Ethan said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "We protect her. From everything. Even from herself. And if the Cains breathe in her direction? Burn them." Across town, in the decaying Silver Moon packhouse, Gregory Cain sat in his office. He was nursing a glass of cheap bourbon, trying to figure out how to pay the interest on their loans.

It was a small, unassuming piece of plastic, but it was the only thing connecting me to the world outside this moving cage. I sat on the edge of the bed, the purple ambient lights of the cabin making my skin look bruised. I couldn't afford to be the girl who cried or the victim who waited for rescue. I was the one who had spent years dissecting the failures of men like Kai and Ethan with a keyboard and a sharp tongue. I knew their rhythms better than they knew themselves. Ethan’s biggest mistake wasn't the taser or the isolation; it was forgetting that a critic spends her entire life watching for the smallest crack in the performance.

“Even my youngest sister, Lee, I mean, Liara, doesn’t know how to cook. Hell, she doesn’t even know how to fight. But that’s because she spent all her life between books.” “You won’t believe me, but she completed high school when she was just twelve,” Calvin said. “She was the extraordinary type of genius. I used to call her NERD to tease her.” “No doubt that’s why she is the youngest doctor in our world.” Ethlyn appreciated. She had a special type of respect for the medical students because her mother was a nurse, and she, too, wanted to be like her then. Calvin observed how Ethlyn’s eyes shined with pride and happiness while talking about Liara, but immediately she became sad.

"I loved you before I remembered who I was." Ava's expression softened. "Then why did you keep running?" "Because every time you remembered..." He swallowed. "...you died." Ava didn't answer. Cain suddenly turned toward the door. "They're here." Ethan's expression changed. "Who?" Cain looked at him. "The people who built Genesis." Ava frowned. "I thought Ethan built Genesis." "He built the system." Cain's eyes darkened. "But someone built him." Ava froze. "What?"

"Cain! Please stop!" Cain looked down at me, his gaze ice cold. "Tell me, and I'll stop." The chains tightened another notch. Silver toxin seeped into Ethan's hands and ankles. Ethan let out a strangled snarl, veins bulging across his forehead, his body arched taut as a bowstring. I knelt on the ground, pounding Cain's legs like a woman possessed. "I don't know! I swear I don't know! Believe me just once! Just this once!"

“Besides, I wasn’t the one who got locked out of my own apartment and texted my best friend from the hallway wearing glitter heels and a bathrobe.” My eyes widened. “Wait, how did you know that?” Ethan tapped the side of his head. “You underestimate how detailed Evelyn’s storytelling is.” Celina groaned. “Traitor!” “Guilty,” I giggled. “You’re just too entertaining not to talk about.” Celina leaned toward Ethan, narrowing her eyes. “Fine. But I bet you’ve got a few embarrassing skeletons in your closet too.” Ethan grinned. “Oh, I definitely do. But unlike you, I’ve mastered the art of keeping them hidden.”

I would guess. “Then it must be high tech,” Bethany returns, pacing as we both await on Cain’s return. “Her company is the one of the best. Is she really as smart as people claim?” The doctor questions, seeming to respect Elle’s capabilities. The girl is apparently a verifiable genius, and envious of a doctor’s respect.

“You’re a damn genius.” Ethan shrugged. “Let’s just hope it’s enough.” Grace’s tone sharpened with purpose. “It will be. If the judge accepts this, Cassandra’s case falls apart.” My voice finally broke through the fog. “Ethan… how did you even think to look there?” He met my eyes for the first time that morning. “Because I know people like her. When you get desperate, you tend to be sloppy.” I reached for his hand without thinking, squeezing it once. “You just saved us.”

"I would like to officially give notice of my wish to retire, now Abaddon is gone, I would like to spend the rest of my life quietly with my mate. I am happy to help train the next Beta when you choose them, but I request that you do so quickly, I only stayed on this long because Abaddon was my best friend." "Samuel is a traitor." Cain says after Gene bows slightly and turns to walk away. The statement stops him in his tracks and we turn to look at Cain, who is watching Samuel carefully. "He and Allison were working with Eligor, feeding him information. What do we do about that now?" "Are you sure? How do you know?" Gene asks, studying Cain. "My mother told me." Cain says simply. "He is the

While waiting for Coronis to prepare tea and cake, he often has a habit of sitting blankly and staring blankly into the air to think deeply about something strange. Strange – that was exactly the word for Ethelbert in other people's minds. If you glance at it, no one would expect that the classic and elegant student, like an aristocratic man with a luxurious, melancholy style, beautiful like the portrait of the light god Apollo in that painting, is a genius. He is the most singular student of the famous Yophiel. No one would have guessed that the young man with a contemplative appearance was the youngest son of the Mafia tycoon family who used to call rain and wind to the world for a while.