Former Genius Novels & Stories

“Yes. If you do not believe my words, then I cannot help you with that. I called you just to deliver the last wish of my mother. Now it is complete on you whether you would like to believe it or not.” Rana understood it was surely Myra. Only Minerva had such guts and confidence in her and she had successfully passed that into her daughter. Her daughter is the same as her, straightforward, stone-cold, and calm in every situation. Italian blood, how could he deny that? The blood of heritage, culture, education, revolution, and many more. Minerva was a gem. It was always hard for him to win any argument with her. He still didn’t know how fast those days had passed with her. “Yes, Myra. We belie

I muttered before making my way to the boss’s office. I knocked before walking in to see an orange head, clad in a traditional black and white suit sitting on his chair behind the desk. Diamond studs in his ear gleaming in light falling down on him from the ceiling. The guy was in his late 80s but managed to cheat age quite well. If you didn't know you could never guess his age right. “There you are. Little Duke.” I gritted my teeth at the nickname he had given me. I hated it, but he seems to enjoy messing with me.

After inheriting Wilfred's estate, I made sure that a portion was set aside for Bernice to care for Susan. Though Bernice had spent her entire life entangled in the O'Neil family's schemes, she still saw Susan as family. No matter how exhausted she was, she would never leave Susan behind. I chose to donate the remainder of the inheritance to charities that support single mothers. It was my way of paying tribute to the child I was never able to bring into the world. With that decision made, I left the city behind and started anew. In my past life, I had endured a living nightmare.

He picked up the microphone and, with confidence, said, "I know many people here doubted my son and opposed my methods of education, but geniuses have always been misunderstood. After ten years of painstaking efforts in educating my son, he's now on a starting line ahead of all his peers. I am excited and proud! I now invite all of you to witness the birth of a genius!" Jason gestured towards a corner of the stage, and the people controlling the projector, whom he had presumably bribed, projected the score-checking website onto the big screen. As Shawn's ID was inputted, everyone held their breath.