Genius Mga Nobela at Kwento

He mumbled but it was enough for me to hear it. It's your fault why you didn't. My mind said that. They said regret is always in the end. Regret will never come first. It's purposely come late as always. "He only acted like a child before he turned a year old. I still don't understand but the development of his brain is too fast...it's too fast that the word genius can already be labeled as an understatement." I told him a story. No matter how much I think that he got it because of the combination of me and Elijah, it's still hard to believe. Is there anyone in the world at three years old who can easily solve a difficult calculus problem? No one right? Even t

I was a genius with an IQ of 180. Even so, I had always kept a low profile. Standing out just made me a target, so I never did. I was good at math, physics, chemistry, biology, astronomy, programming, quantum entanglement, and computer science. I spoke twenty-seven languages. I had mastered everything. When it came time for the SATs, I controlled my score precisely. I finished exactly ten points above the cutoff for an elite university. By “sheer luck,” I snagged the last spot. My classmates were all top students from every corner of the country. All of them looked down on me. They called me the “waitlist wonder,” the “lucky leftover,” and the “bare mi

he muttered to himself. "You know, Ms. Garcia, I'm quite disappointed," Mr. Hadrian said with a heavy sigh. "I went through your files, and I discovered that you're an exceptional student at SVC. In fact, I saw your test results from the entrance exam the other day. They were remarkable, especially your IQ test result of 170. Did you know you're considered a genius?" He looked at her with a heavy gaze, his brows knitted in sadness. “I heard you're living alone."

"I mean, I'm sure Gran will help me figure it out." "Your grandmother is quite powerful and knowledgeable, Genesis, but I doubt she'd be able to help in this case." With my confused stare, he continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Genesis, you were partially shifted the last time I saw you. I'm pretty sure your suddenly crazy power is because of the Oculus, a werewolf relic."

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

- I answered him. - So, you have alpha training? Why didn't you say that before? – the headmaster asked me. - I didn't know what training was given here. Anyway, I rarely beat my cousin. He's an alpha, and I'm merely a beta. - Do you mean River Ash's future alpha? - he asked me. - Yes.

It had something carved in it but I couldn’t read or understand it. “Love? What is that?” Sam asks with a softer voice. “I don’t know. It just caught my attention.” I reply with my eyes still glued at the unknown object. “It looks like a broken piece of something.” Sawyer stated “Genius.” Shawn mumbled. “But a broken piece of what?” I ask them “Keep it.” Penny suddenly answered “Why?” I asked her “I can’t tell you but you must keep it.” Penny said with a stern tone in her voice. I felt that she wanted to tell me but she just couldn’t.

<< "The guy on white with you today, is he your brother or your friend?" >> "He is my friend but I call him my brother. Why? Are you interested in him? Reading this message, I was baffled then I responded: << "Oh not what you are thinking, Pardon me. I only admire his intelligence. How can he be faster than me using a calculator. He's a genius!" The conversation was beginning to interest me. I left my books open on the reading table and hopped on my bed. With my legs crossed and my phone elevated to my eye level, I laid on my back.

Kiara had a good way of guilt tripping one, "I don't know yet I just think there's something we can do about the guy." Kiara grinned, "What's that?" "Well let's try to find out more about him," Shelly suggested. "Hmm, where?" Shelly grinned. "Facebook." Grinning like maniacs they both grabbed the nearest laptops and typed in his name. ADAM KINCAID. "There's like fifty people answering the same name." Kiara groaned. "Yeah," Shelly agreed, "There's one that's different though." She clicked on the profile a power bike was displayed as the profile picture.

Jaylene, less adept at hiding her emotions, questioned incredulously, "How is this possible? We've been trying for years and couldn't do it. How did she manage?" Stella, feeling a sense of pride, raised her eyebrows at Jaylene, "Why wouldn't it be possible? Haven't you heard the saying? Genius is 99% effort and 1% talent, but that 1% talent is the most crucial, even more so than the 99% effort; that's the power of innate talent."