Geno Sans Novels & Stories

Walang nagsasalita sa mga ito. They’re all not very friendly, eh? “Congrats, VS! Napatunayan niyo talagang mga SND main kayo,” Kuya Greg laughed. “Syempre,’di magpapatalo clan ko sa sunod.” Shit. Sunod-sunod na napamura si Gen nang may mapagtanto. They weren’t relaxing, nor did they had a messy formation and teamwork! Titan’s strength…is the next two modes they’re about to be playing.

She tried to explain him but her blood boiled in anger as soon as she heard his next words. Dylan: My good is Eve and she is my wife, now I don't want any good. And Mom, you yourself said that only Eve can bear your son's attitude so I have her with me. And I don't give a fuck about anyone else because nobody can outstand my Genie in any FUCKING WAY!! He spoke while wiggling his eyebrows at Sophia. She became furious and shouted at him. Sophia: DON'T YOU DARE COMPARE WITH ME THAT BLOODY CHEAP TRASH! I AM HUNDRED TIMES BETTER THAN HER!! THAT SLUT IS NOT EVEN COMPARABLE TO ME!

Jabari screamed in agony, his baseline grey skin exposed and bleeding, his body going completely limp. The three greatest mutant generals of the Free North had been effortlessly swept aside in less than ten seconds. Genesis turned its faceless head back to Baraka. The algorithm had calculated the threat. Patient Zero was the only variable capable of unpredictable, chaotic outputs. He had to be terminated to complete the sanitization protocol. The liquid-metal blade raised high above Baraka’s chest. "Hey, you shiny bastard!" a voice echoed through the cavern. Genesis paused, its internal sensors swiveling to process the new acoustic input. It cross-referenced its database. The bio-electric si

I ask. "Won't give their name. But based on their abilities—" Morrison's voice goes flat, "—we think it might be Project One." The first subject Genesis ever enhanced. The template they used to create all the others. Including me. "Well," I say into the shocked silence. "At least our lives aren't boring?”

"Thanks for bringing me here. I love this place." "Yeah, I know. Remember that guy you dated in high school? What was that old boy's name? Oh yeah... Vinny." Marc laughed as Kari rolled her eyes. "Wasn’t he Geno's nephew or something?" "He was my godson. Horrible boy. He's in jail now for stealing a bunch of liquor from old man Whistler’s." Geno's voice bellowed behind Kari as she chuckled. "You guys wanna try my new raviolis? Stuffed them a few minutes ago with goodness and a-love."

He mocked. "Ugh... just forget, "It's Kenzo. Why do you bear 'Giordana'?" "Well, mom is half Italian although she was born and raised in America. She decided to name me after her maternal grandmother and the name is the Italian translation for Jordan," I explained. "Oh, cool," He nodded. "And by the way, I'll call you Kenny or Ken instead of Philip," I announced with a big grin. "Noooo!" He groaned. " I hate that name."

Which meant that you just had to be lucky, to stay long in the game without getting arrested, or catching a bullet from a rival. He was more than aware that the line of business he was in, was not for people who were afraid to take risks. ‘No pain no gain.’ Which was a popular slang on the street, further reinforced that the game was not for the weak hearted. Ironically, their Columbian connect was a man who was extra careful. Perhaps even paranoid. Big Trey was sure that he would cancel their meeting if he was aware of what was on ground. But there was no way of reaching him, as he never made phone calls on matters regarding the business, for fear of being recorded.

You idiot! A frantic Xzavier, who had just shoved his wallet and car keys into a pocket in his pajama pants, stepped back in horror as he stared into his girlfriend's bright green unnaturally glowing eyes. All he saw in them was a deep hunger. Right before his eyes, Xzavier’s girlfriends shorts and underwear were torn into pieces as her legs morphed together into a long, slimy, dark blue fish tail. The baby started to cry even harder once Xzavier’s girlfriend started crawling towards him and the infant's crib. Xzavier drank in his girlfriend's new monstrous features; a maw full of sharp, dagger-like, teeth, gills on top of her collar bones showing through her wet tank-top, her tail, and long

Gale Thorne sat at her desk in ASIO headquarters, flipping through the next file with a tired frown. PAUL RUBENS. Age: 36. Specialty: Technology. The photo showed a mop of messy brown hair, thick glasses, and a grin that looked equal parts genius and basement-dwelling geek. Gale sipped her tea and muttered, “Typical.”

I walked onto the stage and adjusted the microphone. "Good morning, everyone," I said, my voice ringing clearly through the speakers across the entire hall. "Regarding the recent online controversy and everyone's concerns about the year-end holiday arrangements, on behalf of the company, I'd like to offer my sincere apologies." Thunderous applause erupted instantly, and Sylvie's live chat exploded. "Goodness gracious! The capitalist actually caved!" "Amazing! Gen Z successfully fixed the workplace!" "You did it, queen! You won!" Ryan led the applause below, grinning ear to ear. He nodded to me as he clapped, as if saying, "See? You should've just done this right from the start".