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Mercer said, his voice steady. He moved toward the window and stared outside for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “But I need to understand something about what happened out there. Your gift. Has this ever happened before? Have you ever been unable to read someone?” “Never,” I said quietly. “Scars is the first.” Mercer released a heavy breath and shook his head. “He’s full of surprises.” “Yeah, he is.” [That is the understatement of the century. This man has spent years making federal agencies look incompetent. Surprise is basically his personality.]

“Mr. Storm would like to meet the mother of the Genius Twins.” And just like that, the quiet life I’d built began to tremble, not from fear this time, but from possibility.

Her voice tinged with hope and anticipation. "Sera! You've had a crush on him for four years! It's obvious he doesn't feel the same or he might not even know you exist. Do you know how many girls chase after him and get rejected? He's a campus genius and heartthrob. And you?" Vivian stated, a painful truth. Yes, Jayden Ace was a campus genius, loved and admired by everyone. He was also sporty, a top player in the school's badminton club, and skilled in musical instruments. It seemed there was nothing he couldn't do. But me? What can I even do?

giggled the woman "Never mind Mita, do your job well!" "As you wish ma'am!" Mita, a neurologist who Cally trusts, has made modifications to humans several times. Making them robots for Cally that he guessed, the ones that were modified were the ones who must have harassed Cally's head. Strange indeed, Mita admits that her friend's madness since college, in the medical world, genius madly has only a few differences. Mita looked at the young man in front of her with pity, she was wrong to have woken a sleeping tiger from its cage. Mita starts injecting some fluid into her body. then began to mutate the man's mind from the screen of his laptop monitor

Genie exclaimed, tears pricking her eyes as the old lady pressed it into her hand. “It's called ‘Ange ou Demon’ (French for ‘Angel or Devil’). Somebody gave it to me a couple of years back, but the scent didn't seem to suit an old girl like me. However, I think on you, my dear, it might just turn a few gentlemen's heads.” Genie was both touched and tortured by the gift. For she knew that there was only one man's head she would want to turn this weekend. Yet she knew that it will never happen!

Welcome to KiNK GeNiUS. If you’ve read The Genius Delta, you already know that Jonathan Silvercloud and Persephone Fayte are not a soft, candlelit, flowers-and-chocolates kind of couple. They are builders. Breakers. Brilliant minds who live in code, systems, and solutions. People who always believed work came first, not because they were cold, but because they were wired to create before they ever learned how to rest. This Valentine’s Day bonus story exists because they proved themselves wrong.

The viral little boy's face looks familiar because his face was Jayden's face when he was little. Oh, God! Does my brother date every woman in town? I admit that Jayden is indeed the most handsome of all the brothers because he is the only one who has entirely inherited our father's genetics. While all the brothers have pale skin and freckles like mother, only Jayden has exotic yellow skin. His nose is also the most perfect of us all.

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I broke off, staring at the flower. But within seconds, it reverted to a pebble. Chevonne gave me another heart-wrenching smile. “Looks like you just surpassed the ten percent limitation of your brain.” I blinked. “What do you mean?” “Normal humans can only access about ten percent of their brain’s capacity. But if someone manages to break past that—say, eleven percent—that person becomes a thinker. You’ve probably heard stories about people controlling objects, generating electricity, or even walking on water, right? Those people were thinkers. Like you. There’s actually a special thinker called a teacher who can gauge and classify a thinker’s thought ability, but based on what you just did