Genius Baby Novels & Stories

"The teacher said that Little Ce and Little Ron were very active. They often complained that the class was boring, and the teacher had Grandma do some IQ and ESQ tests." "So what were the results, Grandma?" Celeste asked curiously. Although her two children had already taken the tests, it had been a long time ago when they were just over a year old. "They're geniuses. Grandma was told by them that Little Ce and Little Ron should go to elementary school because they were no longer suited to kindergarten education." "But, your children didn't want to. And they had a tantrum with Grandma, your father and your father-in-law." "Is that why you didn't tell Dean and me the truth?" Celeste asked.

She just thought it would be easy, but her mind and body were telling her different things. Hela was a very active little girl. She is different from the other baby in that she doesn’t cry when you give her food or a toy. Instead, she stays quiet in the corner. Hela, you can’t get her to do what you want with anything but her mother’s breast. She gets what she wants. That’s how hard the baby is to please. But it’s fun to take care of her smart daughter, so it’s nice to do that. You can always tell when a baby is smart, and Hela is already smart at such a young age.

She stood up and walked towards the car where her parents were waiting for her. "Ganice, if you want then you can be homeschooled. You are a genius and I am pretty sure you can finish school in few years." Her father told her as they drive the car while Genice didnnit say anything. She never liked to speak much but her father was right. She was a genius with an IQ of 200. It ran in their genetics and her father was considered the biggest businessman in the country. As she reached the school, she was left in her class. She did not like to be surrounded by so many stupid kids that were either crying or sleeping while some were too energetic.

Every movement unconsciously tracked him through the room as though the rest of the world had faded into background noise around him. As I had zoomed further into the images, my eyes briefly caught on details that sent my thoughts in an irritating direction. The boy had dark, soft hair, but it was his eyes that had held my attention for a second too long. A striking, familiar blue. Adrian’s blue. Even the child’s posture, the quiet stillness with which he studied a painting, carried a fleeting resemblance to my arrogant cousin.

No longer was she the center of questions. "You're not going to change the test, cheat, or anything, are you?" Bella crossed her arms in front of her chest, "Otherwise, you're someone who dropped out of school for six months, I really can't think of why your grades can be so good." "There is no genius in this world. It's just that once upon a time there was someone very important to me, and something terrible happened to her. And because I was looking for the truth, I had to look up all kinds of information, read many books, and had long ago studied many subjects in high school and college, just in advance. For me, coming to high school, it was boring." Kourtney said openly and honestly.

Soon, Leila walked into the room, towel-drying her hair, wearing only her robe, which accented her every curve. "What, may I ask, are you men up to?" "Dada fly!" Jase said, having understood every word. Leila just about dropped her towel. "Did he just say what I think he said?" I laughed. "Yes, my dear, your son is a genius!" Leila sat down on the chair next to mine and watched Jase as I held him up above my head and swayed him back and forth, "flying". "You mean our son is a genius!" she said. "Is it normal for him to start talking now?"

yeah, suck it. "I don't understand why are you so mad about. I'm just trying to have a normal conversation here baby." "There it is," I said with an accusatory tone pointing at him. "That Baby thing again. I'm not a baby, I am far from being one." "You're my baby."

"Good morning, big boy." As if the baby knew we were talking to him, he kicked again and I screamed scared and ecstatic with that feeling. We had been so busy with all the shit around us that the time was passing and we weren’t counting. "I can’t believe he’s already kicking, I mean if it’s been just over four months that’s..." "Seventeen weeks, that’s exactly the right time for our big boy to show what he came for." He said turning me, lettig my belly up and starting to kiss her.

He moved behind the couch in one fluid motion. "Take him," I whispered, placing baby Zion carefully into his arms. Zion blinked, stunned, as he awkwardly cradled his infant self. "Was I... always this small?" He murmured, his brows lifting in awe. But there was no time to discuss whatever this was. A sound like cracking thunder tore through the air. My vision blurred for a split second. Then it focused just in time to see Callum. He didn't step in. He materialized out of thin air. His obsidian eyes gleaming like a serpent's.

It felt like a lifeline, a chance to secure a more stable future for Aaron and me. Finally the day of my interview arrived, the sound of Aaron's loud cries brought my attention to him. Aaron’s cries seemed to intensify just when I needed to focus the most. “Shh, sweetie, we’re going to get you ready too,” I cooed to Aaron, attempting to soothe him while holding him in my arms. He looked at me with his big, innocent grey eyes, he definitely got his gorgeous eyes from his father. I carefully dressed him in his cleanest baby outfit, buttoning up the tiny onesie, making sure his little socks were on straight, and securing his baby booties. It was a delicate dance, trying to get him ready while e