Her Hidden Genius Novels & Stories

Not because there was nothing to say but because everything we could say was too large to fit into words yet. I stared out the oval window, watching darkness swallow the wing, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her hair was tangled, her eyes too sharp, too awake. There were faint scratches along her collarbone and wrist—souvenirs from a rooftop where the truth finally stopped hiding. I wasn’t the Hidden Heiress anymore. I wasn’t the substitute. I was the girl whose grandfather had signed her death warrant before she was old enough to understand what betrayal looked like.

he said again, voice colder this time. I walked back to my desk and sat down, my legs weak. My chest ached from holding my breath. I tried to focus on the numbers on the page, but they meant nothing. All I could think of was the secret growing inside me — and the man who could destroy everything if he ever found out. I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach, whispering softly so no one could hear. “No one can know… especially not him.”

I shot back, "Isn't it convenient to pin everything on a scapegoat when you need someone to blame? I don't even have a magical guardian bound to me. How could I possibly have destroyed Ebonwave Island? It was clearly Yasmin's Wyvern that did it!" Yasmin, displeased, retorted, "You lack the skills, but it's not just about that, is it? You're bitter because Father locked you up and took away your chance to bond with those magical guardians. And you're green with envy because I've got the Wyrm Lord on my side. So, you're out for payback against him and me! Hiding behind your princess title, you swiped the white Wyvern egg, acting like you never stepped foot off Ebonwave Island.

“Insane and obsessed enough to become her.” Now I knew what to do. Quin frowned. “But how do we even find this fake person?” “We don’t have to.” I grabbed my phone and connected it to the computer. It chimed softly as the system recognized it. They both leaned in as I pulled up a hidden folder buried under layers of encryption. “My dad,” I said flatly, “was a psychotic scientist. Had a network of twisted friends, surgeons, identity thieves, black market geneticists, you name it.”

She couldn't say that, though, and she laughed a little nervously and thought about what to say now. "You know, I also want to be able to pay for things myself. Not just your money," she said nonchalantly, like she wasn't just telling a blatant lie. They didn't need to know she hid her second nature, and everyone had been thinking she was an alpha. They both, luckily, didn't suspect anything and agreed.

I sent my location to him and instructed him to pretend like he doesn't know me. I ended the call and face her boss again. " If you know what is good for you, don't say anything when you leave this room and make sure you sign the contract or you will be a forgotten person. Cold sweat broke out of him when he realised who I was because everyone knows that I always hide my identity, so he grabs my legs and started pleading " I know my mistake now, please forgive me, young master" I used my leg to push him to the side and looked at him.

"i know nothing of it when your your dad was alive he had told me there is a hidden room where the control to the madrees are you need to find it now real quick" "i do not know where to search for i have spent years in this house and had never found out by the slightest chance or mistake a secret room with a big red button" the alarm stops blaring as everything becomes still, nadir agos hervey waiting for the worse to happen hoping her father could see her down here she had tried everything possible so as to prevent any harm on the pack but it turns out there were things that had been hidden from him while he was alive and many enemies he had gotten just because he always did the right thing

“Okay. Give me everything you know.” “His name is Lex.” “I know that already. Bitch, give me something else. Where does he work?” I hesitate. “Nathan’s company.” “What’s Nathan’s company called?” I tell her. “Okay. Hold on.” I hear the frantic tapping of her fingers against her keyboard. “What are you doing?” “Investigating your mysterious pretend boyfriend who happens to have your grandpa’s ring on his finger.” “Jessica—” “Shut up. Let me work.”

Why don't we go and have a look? "Alright!" In the next moment, Charlie and Wesley rushed to the Genius Camp. Within the Genius Camp... At this moment, in the Genius Camp, everyone looked at Lucas as though they were looking at a god. As for Harold, the former number one genius of the Genius Camp, he had been trying to dig a hole and hide himself there in shame. "Harold, what are you doing?" A student looked at Harold in confusion.

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.