Gifted Novels & Stories

Alpha Burst, his curiosity piqued, awaited the revelation of the unique gift. As they reached the designated spot, Alpha Zephyr's demeanor shifted. His usually serious expression softened, and a genuine warmth touched his eyes. "Alpha Burst," he began, "the gift I bring is not material. It's a realization, a reminder of the strength that resides within you and the bond that ties us all in this pack."

Tell me what it is, this old man will provide a solution immediately. Mr Zenith who rarely ever heard his son ask for help was elated at that point. Zenith: I'm thinking up something that I ca do to make Gift happy, but I don't know what she would want except going to the amusement park which is not allowed. Gift pouted as he looked at him, but he squeezed his eyes shut to avoid it. “Don't tempt me” he whispered.

That was always their way—Austin charging ahead while Alex observed, calculated. "Mrs. Collins, I wanted to have a quick word," Ms. Peterson said, her voice warm but with an undertone that immediately set my nerves on edge. "The boys did remarkably well on their math assessment today. Actually, they scored well above grade level." I nodded, pride mingling with the constant undercurrent of anxiety that accompanied any special attention on my sons. "They love numbers. We play math games at home." "It's more than that," she continued, glancing at Alex who was now showing Austin something in a book. "Their analytical skills are exceptional. Have you considered the gifted

My heart raced in my chest and then exploded the moment my eyes focused on the first line of the report: FULL-SCALE IQ: 156 Classification: Gifted / Highly Advanced I scanned the rest quickly: · Verbal Comprehension: 98th percentile · Perceptual Reasoning: 99th percentile · Working Memory: 94th percentile · Processing Speed: 92nd percentile A small note was paperclipped to the summary sheet: "Rory's results place her in the upper echelon of intellectual functioning. Further discussion of educational planning and potential gifted program placement is recommended." I sank onto the bed, the paper trembling slightly in my hands. One

I say and she smiles before looking down at her folded hands. "We have a unique way of sharing information on our planet, Xiu. Most knowledge is actually d******ded to the chip in our heads. The chip that allows us to understand all known languages is also the chip that allows us to d******d knowledge. Would you like me to ask permission for you to receive a d******d," Liamee asks, and I shake my head. "Reading will help me pass the time. While I understand it may seem primitive to you, I enjoy passing the time reading," I reply quickly and her eyes widen for a second before she smiles again.

Zelena. All those feelings of darkness and loss, the hurt and pain, the emptiness. They were all gone now. All I had to do was look at the beautiful sleeping faces of my babies, and my heart was full. I haven’t named them yet. It doesn’t seem right to do it without Gunner. Though I have some ideas that I'm pretty set on already. In the meantime, I have nicknamed them B. for my sweet little boy, and G. for my very loud little girl. They are both so similar, yet I can already pinpoint their very different characteristics. B. is quiet and rarely cries. He eats like a typical Alpha-son, but he loves to be swaddled and held tight. G. is very vocal about her demands. If she wants something or if s

Hearing her words, I felt a surge of absurdity. "And what about Liam? Knocking up another woman while I was away doing research—he's not a disgrace to the family?" "Ava, that's enough! Can't you see I did this for your own good?" Liam's brows were drawn together, his eyes cold as he looked at me. "You can't have children, so I had Chloe give you one. I gave you a gift—the chance to be a mother. Why can't you understand my good intentions?" "Besides, it's a win-win. Chloe's wish is fulfilled, and you get a child. I really don't know what you're so upset about!"

He is a strong and special alpha. ‘I know he is strong and special.’ I said with a smile. ‘Girl, get your head out of the clouds. He and his entire family are special. Gifted. When we mark him, we are going to amplify it for him.’ ‘Special how?’ I asked. Why hasn’t he told me? ‘We are going to amplify it?’

I stitch up corpses for a living. I took a step back, putting some distance between us. Stella set a cup of coffee on the steel table. "Two weeks ago, there was that traffic accident. You discovered that the brake line had been cut. "And today, you found the gold hidden inside the wheelchair." She leaned closer and lowered her voice. "Being blinded by money can get you killed." I looked at her and smiled. "Maybe. But the people who get in the way of my money tend to die pretty miserably.