Gifted Novels & Stories

"Darcy, an incident occurred. Something... unique." "Special?" I was unable to comprehend. Dad gave a nod. "My dear, you accomplished something incredible. You kept us alive." I was truly perplexed now. "How? I'm only a little child." Mom grasped my hand. "Darcy, you're not simply a child. You are unique. You're gifted. "Gifts?" I straightened up. "Like presents?" Dad laughed. "Not precisely. More akin to... skills. Authorities." My eyes grew large. "Like superheroes?"

She whispered as she ran towards me with her feet sounding pitter patter against the ground. “Hey girl!” I hugged her tightly as she got to me. “Want some eggs?” she nodded vigorously and her not asking why I left or why I'm back made me relieved to an extent. She told me all about her school friends and how she missed me. She told me she tried beans and didn't leave out the fact that it was ‘disgusting’. She is growing so fast and there's nothing I can do to stop that. “I know you paid mum visits.” I remembered Gabriella mentioned that Kendall is gifted such that she can't be under a spell or charm and it's a special gift because it's one of the rarest.

how far will she go to reclaim her life? Even the devil was once an angel, and sometimes salvation comes from the darkest places. A haunting journey of loss, resilience, and the ultimate price of redemption.

Emma's educational path would be drastically changed by the unexpected news that Dr. Sarah Chen brought to the family home. After tracking Emma's development through a number of channels, the esteemed child psychologist and education expert presented a proposal that contradicted the family's preconceived notions about gifted education. "Emma is what we call a 'profound' gift," Dr. Chen told Grace and Max during her evening session. "We're discussing capabilities that might only come along once every generation. Whether our current educational systems can even meet her demands is the question, not whether she needs specialised care.

The old man hit a button that filled the hallway with a shrill buzz as the door at the end opened. Stepping through the doorway I inhaled the scent of hard work and testosterone. This was the kind of gym that had been my home away from home when I was young. While Oren was busy building a name for himself and doing anything to get rich, I was left to my own devices. It didn't matter how much money I had or what deals my father was brokering if I couldn't stand up for myself.

—I stayed focused on the screen, trying to access the lab system—“if you like him, you’d better unlike him, because Gabe’s just a distant dream for everyone… except me. So, anyone who tries to hit on my husband, know I hit back—hard. Whatever you do, I do better.” The kid guided me step-by-step to access Clifford Industries’ restricted pharmaceutical area. And yes, she was good at what she did—it wasn’t for nothing she spent 80% of her time on the computer. Isabelle was diagnosed at 10 with high abilities and intellectual giftedness. With an IQ of 119, she had excellent logical reasoning, above-average abstraction skills, and a knack for handling information.

Gavin was eating it up. "In the end, it's about vision," he said, arms wide like he was on a TED Talk. "I gave you a little gift, you blew up, and now—look at you." He motioned to the sharp suits and the massive summit logo behind him. "This? This is the world you SHOULD'VE reached for. But no—you let your jealousy spiral. You had the winning hand, Vera. And you still lost." I met his eyes, ice cold. "You done? Good. Move."

I had leveraged my personal monopoly on key resources that helped him close every deal and helped him ascend to his current respectable position. I, in turn, became the target of slander, labeled a kept woman and gold digger. I paid no mind to any of those insults, though. I just never thought that Shawn would betray me one day. It was at that moment that Shawn drew attention to me in the massive group chat, addressing me in front of thousands. "You should take Yvonne's advice to heart, Leslie. She's better than you in every way, after all." "That comment from Mr. Jacobson is very telling! Does his 'better in every way' comment include activities in bed, too?"

This one had insulted her precisely, and the precision was interesting. "Those are different things," Mira said. "They're entirely different things." Elara slid a single page across the table. "Most gifted-program children are fast for their age. The age wears off and the speed turns out to have been a head start, not an engine. I don't care about head starts. Sit down or don't." Mira crossed the room and sat, because the page was already turned toward her and her eyes had already started reading it, and stopping now would prove the slow read.

A blind man could see it. Jason looked down at Freddo, and I saw his lips move. He asked him something. Freddo looked up and pointed. He pointed straight at the section where I was sitting. "Well," the host said, his voice jovial and booming. "Behind every genius child is a dedicated parent. We heard her cheering! We felt that pride!" No. No, please. "Let’s welcome the mother of the genius Freddo!" the host shouted, sweeping his arm toward the stairs leading to the stage. "If she is here, please, make your way up here! Come and stand with your champion!"